[Verse 1]E G#
September comes to Texas just one time every year,
A F#
so we get our guns and our pickup trucks,
A B7 E
and a bunch of that Lone Star beer,
well we head out for the open plains, G#
where the birds they all flow like wine,
A F#
we hunt them up then we shoot them down,
A B7 E
man it makes me feel so fine,
The manly sport is what I'm talking about, G#
so you can grab you a pouch of chew,
A F#
If we get bored 'cause the birds won't fly,
A B7 E
we'll shoot the rabbits with my .22.
[Chorus 1]A E
I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries,
A F# B
just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise,
E
Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance,
A
go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys,
B E (go back to the intro E)
on a West Texas Holiday.
[Verse 2]E G#
Hunting is a lot like religion or so it is I'm told,
A F#
they're both just a simple little way of life,
A B7 E
and they're both good for your soul, from Robert Earl Keen
G#
to Robert E. Lee, perfect strangers or best of friends,
A F# A B7 E
we all have a common little bond between us, we were born to be huntin men.
G#
If it flies it dies you know they say, and so often times it's true,
A F#
yeah but you take yours and I'll take mine,
A F# E
and we'll have us a Bar-B-Que.
[Chorus 2] x2A E
I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries,
A F# B
just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise,
E
Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance,
A
go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys,
B E
