Big Whitetail by Thomas Young

Duration

4:48

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I saw that red tailed hawk,circling overhead, Looking for a rodent,for his daily bread, Or something shiny,to pickup with his feet, Maybe something tasty,to get into his beak, You never know,what you'll see,out in the country, Looking up and down,and the wild life you'll see, Some is crawling on the ground,some is in a tree, Some are hiding,some are hunting,some have to flee, Chorus For some its fight or flight,to stay alive, Do what they have to,for them to survive, Its a daily struggle,for them to thrive, Some will make the grade,some will take a dive, Bridge You might see some wild turkeys,wandering around, Feeding on the farmers crops,not making a sound, Just like humans,working the system, Feeding off of others,you might have seen them, They live off the working man,who pays his way, Then they defraud him,of some of his pay, There ain't much,we can do,or say, They take advantage of us ,each and every day, Chorus+Bridge You might get lucky,and see the big Whitetail, Running across the field,like hes just out of jail, He don't want to get caught,like hes out on bail, Running from his predators,faster than a quail, He could end up,coming home late, And also on,someones dinner plate, If he doesn't succeed,to escape, There will be, no more checking out,his big scrape, Chorus