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GOODBYE SQUIRREL - Cledus T. Judd
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Tabbed by: bobcats#5
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Tuning: Standard
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Me and Harold Bumpert were outdoors men
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Set in our backwoods ways
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Both members of the huntin' club
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Both active in the NRA -Nation Redneck Association
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We scouted a location where we had no doubt
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We'd kill the biggest buck in the world-about a 34 pointer
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Harold waited in his tree stand
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But, all he seen was a squirrel
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Dang near two weeks since the the season started and
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Neither one of us was amused
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We had a on real tree camo, high-powered ammo
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But no big game to shoot
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Then we finally saw a deer as big as a horse
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Harold had it in his cross-hairs
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But that squirrel jumped off a branch above us and
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Landed in Harold's hair (...get it out...)
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Harold fell off the stand, on his head he landed
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Like a wimp he laid there and cried
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Till I climbed on down, picked him up off the ground
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And it didn't take us long to decide...that squirrel had to die
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Good-bye squirrel
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With black-eyed peas
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Your gonna taste good to me-squirrel
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It's you or me
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Come on out of that tree-squirrel
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Hey guess what
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You've eaten your last nut-squirrel
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Me and Harold went down to the surplus store
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Bought a keg of dynomite
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Two baseball bats and a case of M80's
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We were in for one heck of a fight-we'll show you
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When your huntin' with dumb and dumber
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Somethings surely bound to go wrong-now be careful
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And when Harold lit that real short fuse
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I knew it wouldn't be long
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When the dynamite blew
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Harold's foot did too
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And fingers began to fly
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We were barely alive when the Game Warden 'rived
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And much to our suprise, that squirrel didn't die
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Good-bye squirrel
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Just one more shot (boom)
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You'll be in my crock pot-squirrel
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You'll make a lunch
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You over grown chipmunk-squirrel
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I'll skin ya hide
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And make a hat when it's dried-squirrel
Dadblame, Earl, my gosh, Ronnie Milsap could see better than you.
I said gimme that, gimme that gun... Look out!(boom boom .. boom)
I think I killed something.
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