.30-06 (Live from Red Rocks)

We got any deer huntin' motherfuckers in here or what?

I came home

Buck in the back

She's on the porch

With her bags packed

She's had enough

She's over me

Spending too much time in a pine tree

She took it out of my truck

She drove off like Joe Nemacheck

She thought that would kill me, but what's

One less .30-06 to a redneck

One less .30-06 to a redneck

What's one less .30-06 to a redneck

She's probably at some gun and pawn

Laughing 'cause my automatics gone

Bet she could get about a rack or so

Enough to fill her up and get her where she's gotta go

But she ain't messed my season up

I had a backup under my bed

Go on and pawn it 'cause what's

One less .30-06 to a redneck

What's one less .30-06 to a redneck

What's one less .30-06 to a redneck

Yeah

You can bet your corn pile and your honey hole

I'll be back in the woods by tomorrow

It's gonna hit her 'bout 10 AM when she

Sees another dead buck on my Instagram

She never opened it but

There's three more in my safe on deck

She thought it would kill me, but what's

One less .30-06 to a fuckin' redneck

Red Rocks, are you ready to throw a fuckin' party on a Sunday night?

I can't hear you!

Are you ready to party on a Sunday night, baby?

I wanna hear every motherfucker in here tonight

We sold it out

I wanna hear everybody in here singing this song

I know you know it

Are you ready?

Are you ready?