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(Pat Green) September comes to Texas just one time every year So we get our guns and our pickup trucks And a bunch of that Lone Star beer Well we head out for the open plains Where the birds they flow like wine We hunt them up and then we shoot them down Man it makes me feel so fine The manly sport is what I'm talking about So you can grab your pouch of chew If we get bored 'cause the birds won't fly We'll shoot rabbits with my .22 Chorus I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French with my fries Just send me on down to Abilene For the hunting man's paradise Honey you can stay at home all day Laugh and dance go out shopping and play 'cause I'll be out with the boys on a West Texas Holiday Hunting is a lot like religion or so it is I'm told They're both just a simple little way of life And they're both good for your soul SongtexteFrom Robert Earl Keen to Robert E. Lee Perfect strangers or best of friends We all have a common little bond between us We were born to be hunting men If it flies it dies or so they say And so often times it's true Yeah but you take yours and I'll take mine And we'll have us a Bar-B-Que Chorus Aus Songtexte Mania