[Intro] Cold air crawling through the longleaf pine First gray light on the county line Click that safety, let the whole world fade Hear that buck grunt deep in the shade Hooowwwrrr... grrrr... urrrhh... Hold up boys... Something just answered. [Verse 1] Four thirty five and the coffee's black Old tree stand with the world out back Mud on my boots, frost on my sleeve Ain't a soul alive knows where I be Then a branch snapped hard by the creek bed bend Three short grunts came rolling in I raised that call, gave one back slow And somewhere out there, he let me know [Pre Chorus] One low growl Two leaves shake Heart beats hard But the woods don't break [Chorus] The ridge called back with a deep throat growl WHUUUURR... let me hear that sound Doe bleat crying through the morning haze Buck grunt rolling through the timber maze No city lights, no crowded road Just wild blood running through an old dirt soul When that big boy talks and the pine tops sway The whole damn forest comes alive today [Verse 2] Grunt tube hanging from a piece of string Rattle those horns, hear the hard woods ring Clack clack CRASH, then silence falls One crow laughs from the timber walls A soft little bleat cuts across the draw Then a heavy footstep makes the leaves go raw I see two ears where the briars lean Then a rack like fire through the evergreen [Call And Response] Hunter: Urrrhh... urrrhh... Woods: Urrrhh... urrrhh... Hunter: Maaaahhh... Woods: Maaaahhh... Hunter: Come on, big boy, let me hear you speak Woods: CRACK... CRACK... [Chorus] The ridge called back with a deep throat growl WHUUUURR... let me hear that sound Doe bleat crying through the morning haze Buck grunt rolling through the timber maze No city lights, no crowded road Just wild blood running through an old dirt soul When that big boy talks and the pine tops sway The whole damn forest comes alive today [Bridge] No rush, no noise, no need to run A hunter learns from the rising sun Let the young ones pass, let the old woods breathe Take only what's right, leave the rest in peace Then one last grunt rolls out of sight Like a low thunder warning the edge of night I grin to myself as the cold wind blows Some secrets belong where the wild grass grows [Final Chorus] The ridge called back, now the whole woods knows Deep buck grunts where the cold creek flows Doe bleat rising, antlers collide 808 thunder like a storm inside No city lights, no crowded road Just wild blood running through an old dirt soul When that last call fades and the daylight dies The woods keep secrets that don't tell lies [Outro] Urrrhh... urrrhh... Maaaahhh... CRACK... Silence. Then one last grunt... Way back in the pines. The ridge called back.
