Swamp Assassin

Suns up, I've got my eye on the prize,
Redneck rule: if it flies, it dies,
Wind at my back and the tides headin' in,
Down in the blind with a few good friends.

Out here this is a way of life,
A country boy's paradise,
I'm from that swamp Lousian',
I'm a beard wearin', Jesus fearin', kind of man.

You can bet your ass,
When I come around,
If the ducks fly up,
They'll all hit the ground,
Yeah, me and my boys,
Are out here blastin',
They call me... the Swamp Assassin.
The Swamp Assassin. x3

Whistlin' wings go flyin' by,
Last time they will ever touch the sky,
Feathers fallin', one by one,
Break out the whiskey the job is done,
City boys will never understand,
How it feels to live off the land,
What I need to have a good time,
Is this 12-gauge and that ol' dog of mine.

You can bet your ass,
When I come around,
If the ducks fly up,
They'll all hit the ground,
Yeah, me and my boys,
Are out here blastin',
They call me... the Swamp Assassin.
The Swamp Assassin. x3

Ha ha, come on boy,
Let's go.