"The Whitetail Rut" lyrics

Well the sky is coming to blue
And the wind, it'll cut you in two
Yeah the leaves have all fallen
And the bugs have quit crawling
And the Whitetails are rutting real soon

It's the same time every year
It's got my rear end planted right here
Between the 5th of December
And Thanksgiving Day
I hope a big one comes walking my way

It's my favorite time of the year
Chasing them Whitetail deer
Down the creek, up the draw
Banging antlers and all
I'll do it for the rest of my years

I'll take an 8-point
Or I'll take a 10
A big 7 would give me a grin
Just a rippin' hot doe
Right out the front window
Of my box blind and that'll be the end

I'd call my buddy to give me a hand
I hope he found some good luck at his stand
We'd crack a cold beer, drop the tailgate
The only thing I hate
Is it'll be next year before we do it again

Yeah my favorite time of the year
Is chasing them Whitetail deer
Down the creek, up the draw
Banging antlers and all
I'll do it for the rest of my years