INTRO   
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VERSE I 
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September comes to Texas just one time every year, 
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so we get our guns and our pickup trucks,  
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and a bunch of that Lone Star beer,  
 
well we head out for the open plains,  
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where the birds they all flow like wine,  
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we hunt them up then we shoot them down, 
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man it makes me feel so fine,  
 
The manly sport is what I'm talking about, 
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so you can grab you a pouch of chew,  
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If we get bored 'cause the birds won't fly,  
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we'll shoot the rabbits with my .22. 
 
CHORUS I 
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I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries,  
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just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise, 
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Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance,  
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go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys, 
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on a West Texas Holiday. 
 
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play verse chords 
 
VERSE II 
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Hunting is a lot like religion or so it is I'm told, 
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they're both just a simple little way of life,  
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and they're both good for your soul, from Robert Earl Keen 
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to Robert E. Lee, perfect strangers or best of friends,  
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we all have a common little bond between us, we were born to be huntin men. 
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If it flies it dies you know they say, and so often times it's true,  
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yeah but you take yours and I'll take mine,  
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and we'll have us a Bar-B-Que. 
 
CHORUS II 
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I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries,  
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just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise, 
E 
Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance,  
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go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys, 
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on a West Texas Holiday. 
 
REPEAT CHORUS II 
 
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