Lyrics If I could make a living walking in the woods You could bet I'd be sitting pretty good High on a hill looking at a field downwind If I could make a nickel off a turning 'em bass Never worry about the price of gas I'd be wheeling and dealing and sitting there reeling 'em in A huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day That's the prayer that a country boy prays Thank God He made me this way Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day Early in the morning and late in the evening I'm getting red dirt rich and Flint River pay Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day Well I'd get a little farm-pond bus Sound of gravel when I'm backing up And pulling the string on a nine-point-nine-two stroke I love it when my baby wants to roll with me Throws her boots on, climbs in a tree Tucking her hair in my hat and she's ready to go We get to huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day That's the prayer that a country boy prays Thank God He made me this way Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day Early in the morning and late in the evening I'm getting red dirt rich, Flint River pay Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day Well huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day I wanna see them tall pines sway Huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day That's the prayer that this country boy prays Thank God He made me this way Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day Black coffee in the morning and dark of whiskey in the evening I get red dirt rich and Flint River pay Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day Won't you come along with me Won't you come along with me I know you'll wanna see Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day Yeah
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