Cup of juice for him, cup of Joe for me
They say that sun's gonna rise about 6:53
Took a whole week off to go ride these roads
Take my little boy back to the place that I call home
Wipe the sleep out of his eyes
Say, "Son, you're gonna miss it"
It's a special thing I can't describe
A family tradition
Now, I don't care 'bout the weather
Don't care what we see
All that really matters
Is him right next to me
In his camo clothes, just lookin' out
Talkin' 'bout trucks and talking 'bout life
There ain't nothin' better
Than sitting with my boy in a deer blind
Packed my bullets, packed my rifle
Mama packed us a lunch
There's a cutline in the distance as we
Rattle for bucks
I look at my boy
He's got wonder in his eyes
"Hold on, son, now just sit still
That could be one on the rise"
I don't care 'bout the weather
Don't care what we see
All that really matters
Is him right next to me
In his camo clothes, just lookin' out
Talkin' 'bout girls and talking 'bout life
There ain't nothin' better
Than sitting with my boy in a deer blind
Someday, I hope he'll look back
On the time we had together
'Cause hunting season don't last long
But memories last forever
Yeah, I hope the wind is perfect
I hope we get good weather
I hope he sees a monster
And he gets to pull the trigger
'Cause man, I love just lookin' out
Talkin' 'bout school and girls and trucks and God and life
There ain't nothin' better
Than sitting with my boy in a deer blind
No
There ain't nothin' better
Than sitting with my boy in a deer blind
