[Verse 1: Country-trap male MC, dark twangy baritone guitar, booming 808, hard clap snare, low country-trap flow] Last night of October and the holler gone still Granddad told me stay home, but I'm already on the hill Climbed in the deer stand 'bout an hour 'fore dark Rifle on my knee and a thermos and a spark Blaze orange cap, so the boys don't shoot me Corn on the ground where the bucks come through, see Pulled out the grunt call, gave it two short blows Low and then a long one, how my granddaddy goes Something in the black gave it right back to me Two short and a long one, same as my melody Figured it's a buck, figured I'm a good caller Then it came again from a little bit taller Y'all, I been huntin' since I'm knee to a hound I ain't never heard a buck that could copy my sound [Hook: Country-trap male MC, bass ladder, the 808 starts lower, heavy half-time] It's open season, I came to bring one down Blew my call in the dark and it blew it back around It's open season, and the woods know my name I came out here huntin' and I'm feelin' like the game [Verse 2: Country-trap male MC, bass ladder, darker 808 a step lower, slow menacing country-trap flow] I tried it once more, just to settle my nerves Two short and a long one, and the answer it serves Closer, by the creek where the cedars get thick Closer, by the fence, I can hear a branch click Then it hit three notes, and I ain't never played three Like it learned all mine and now it's teachin' me Midnight on the dot and my thermos gone cold Grunt right underneath, at the foot of the pole I can hear the ladder creak, one rung, then two I don't look down, 'cause I know what I'd do Rifle on my shoulder, but my finger won't go It don't say a word, just a grunt, real low [Verse 3: Country-trap male MC, bass ladder a step lower again, the buddy Cody at first light, cold country-trap flow] Cody here, first light, climbed up to bring coffee Stand is empty, rifle loaded with the safety still on Thermos on the rail and the corn ain't been touched Not a drop of blood, not a broke branch, not much But his blaze orange cap hangin' up at eye height On a branch out front, like a rack done right That's how Duke would hang 'em when he took one clean Proud up on the wall where the whole town seen I blew his grunt call one time, just to see Two short and a long one came back to me [Final Hook: Country-trap male MC, 808 at the bottom of the ladder, rumbling under everything] It's open season, I came to bring one down Blew my call in the dark and it blew it back around It's open season, and the woods know my name I came out here huntin' and I'm feelin' like the game [End]
