[Verse] Sun peeks over the ridge so slow Boots crunch soft on a frostbit road Breath like smoke in the morning cold [Prechorus] Rifle steady heartbeats count Whitetail moving through the mount [Chorus] If it’s brown it’s down that’s the law of the land Through the pines and the brush it don’t stand a chance From the stand to the ground with a single sound If it’s brown it’s down it’s the hunter’s command [Verse 2] Leaves crack under a careful tread Eyes sharp scanning the trail ahead Antlers ghost through the woods like dread [Prechorus] Trigger finger don’t flinch don’t sway One shot clean that’s the hunter’s way [Chorus] If it’s brown it’s down that’s the rule we know Tracking trails where the wild things go It’s the rush it’s the thrill of the chase we’ve found If it’s brown it’s down in this hunting town
