He's got seventeen coon dogs out in the pen
Ten eleven point bucks hanging in his den
If he ain't a-hunting, he's a-watching a show
There's things about hunting that he don't know

And if I was a betting woman
I'd lay my money down
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
Than he spends in this house

I got myself a problem
I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carrying
Tobacco chewing, no good blue tick hound

Well, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stew
Fence posts, shock collars, chicken wire too
If he ain't a-hunting, he's out at the lake
Sucking on a long neck, changing his bait

And if I was a betting woman
I'd lay my money down
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
Than he spends in this house

I got myself a problem
I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carrying
Tobacco chewing, no good blue tick hound

Go, boys

He may as well be invisible
In his Realtree overalls
I can barely see him through the tree stand
Seated underwear and turkey calls

My Lord help me with this problem
I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carrying
Tobacco chewing, no good blue tick hound