theres an old deer stand, sittin' in a tree
weatherd by the storms, and my dad and me
it sways back and forth with the help of the wind
seems to always be there like an old trusted friend
ive read alot of books, wrote a few songs
looked at my life, where its going and where its gone
ive seen the country through my truck windshield
but nothing compares to the way that i see it
when im sittin' in that old deer stand
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