Story behind the song
A friend of mine, Bob Sarrels, called me one day and said he had been working on a song but could get any further with it. I came over and we wrote the rest of it that day. This is it.
Lyrics
South Texas, February
After dark - it's kinda scary,
Sittin' here waitin' for a hog to stroll on by.
Listen up, corn's a crunchin'
Big ol' sow out there a munchin'
Pull my longbow back and let the arrow fly.
Now I've got blood on the tailgate.
Oh, Lord, I just can't wait
To get it back home and fix it up chicken fried.
A pile of biscuits and red eye gravy,
Collared greens and, just maybe,
A big ol' piece of my woman's apple pie.
Good Lord, it's whitetail season,
Sittin' here - my toes are freezin',
But there ain't no other place I'd rather be.
Big buck's comin' in real slow,
Two more steps and I'll let go
Then I'll haul him on back to camp and let my buddies see....
That I've got blood on the tailgate.
Oh Lord, I just can't wait
To get those backstraps cookin' on the grill.
Corn puddin', mashed potatoes,
And, from the garden, fresh tomatoes.
We'll all sit down tonight and have our fill.
On the creek bank, early evenin'
See the swirl - the fish are feedin'
Big ol' cat just comin' up for a bite.
Set the hook, my pole's a bendin'.
He's fightin' hard - I gotta land him.
I'll fill my stringer up before the mornin' light,
And I'll have blood on the tailgate
Oh Lord, I just can't wait
To smell those fillets fryin' in the pan.
Huntin' and fishin' feed my family.
We always seem to have a plenty.
We'll say grace and thank the Lord, amen.