Creek Buck (Remastered)

[Intro] Grab your rifle, put on your boots, Ready for a hunt, let’s shoot some roots. [Guitar Starts] [Verse 1] Up the hills to Mott’s Pasture we go, Steep and rugged, slow and slow. Hike for miles, sweat on our brow, Get to the top, time to take a vow. [Verse 2] Island Mountain, vast and wide, Miles of trekking, a tiring ride. Deer on the move, gotta be quick, Backpack heavy, legs feel like bricks. [Chorus] Why hike all day, up and down that muck? Go and get yourself a creek buck. From the cabin door, take a shot or two, Drive the truck down, pick it up, easy to do. [Guitar Solo] Get Yourself a Creek Buck. [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Trudging through the canyons, rifle in hand, Dreaming of the truck, parked on flat land. Lugging that deer, oh what a chore, Gotta be an easier way to score. [Chorus] Why hike all day, up and down that muck? Go and get yourself a creek buck. From the cabin door, take a shot or two, Drive the truck down, pick it up, easy to do. [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Down the creek bend, there they roam, Close to the cabin, practically home. Sitting on the porch, take aim and fire, No need to drag, we got what we desire. [Verse 4] Talk of Chapel Place and Barkers too, Great spots to hunt, but hard to get to. Stay by the creek, save the strain, Easy hunting, no more pain. [Chorus] Why hike all day, up and down that muck? Go and get yourself a creek buck. From the cabin door, take a shot or two, Drive the truck down, pick it up, easy to do. [Guitar Solo] [Outro] Next time you hunt, remember this tune, Keep it simple, from early morn to noon. Get yourself a creek buck, right from the door, Hunt with ease, and always score. [Guitar Solo] [End]