[Verse 1] Clock hits seven, boss is yellin’, says we’re “short on crew.” I nod along, but truth be told, I’m slippin’ out by two. Truck’s already rumblin’, got my camo in the back, And that Savage .308 is sighted in and flat. While the world’s still buried in spreadsheets, calls, and charts, I’m heading for the treeline with a head start on the dark. [Chorus] ’Cause I dropped a massive buck at 700 yards, Clean shot, one pull, lit the woods up like a fire. Least that’s the way I tell it when I’m talkin’ in the yard— Truth is… she was a little doe, and she wasn’t all that far. But nobody needs to know that part— So I say seven hundred yards. [Verse 2] Sun was barely climbing when I found her by the creek, A tiny little doe peekin’ out behind a tree. I held my breath, I squeezed the trigger, hit her clean and true, About a hundred-fifty yards—okay… a hundred fifty two. But by the time I got to town, the story took a turn, And that doe grew antlers every time somebody asked what I earned. [Chorus] Yeah, I dropped a monster buck at 700 yards, Biggest thing the county’s seen, or so the stories are. Truth is… she was kinda small and barely made the cart— But I can’t let the legend fall, so I brag with all my heart. Yeah, I say seven hundred yards. [Bridge] Now my buddies gather ’round me when I’m grillin’ up the meat, Say, “Man, that shot was somethin’—you’re a legend on these streets.” I just grin and flip the backstrap, let ‘em paint me larger-than-life, A hero with a Savage rifle who saves the day with one shot every time. [Final Chorus] Yeah, I dropped a record buck at 700 yards, One shot, no scope wobble, straight through the heart. And if you squint real hard, maybe you can see the part Where it’s really just a little doe who barely topped the chart. But I won’t break their country hearts— I’ll keep sayin’ seven hundred yards. [Outro] Yeah… seven hundred yards. (Or a hundred fifty… but who’s countin’ that hard?)
