Turnpike troubadours: The bird hunters
The covey took wing
There were shotguns a-singin'
A pointing dog down in the old logging road
Danny got three and looked back grinning
I fumbled and tried to reload
The country was cold with the sun westward sinking
It's good to be back in this place
With my hands around a Belgian made Browning
My mind on the lines of her face
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The covey took wing
There were shotguns a-singin'
A pointing dog down in the old logging road
Danny got three and looked back grinning
I fumbled and tried to reload
The country was cold with the sun westward sinking
It's good to be back in this place
With my hands around a Belgian made Browning
My mind on the lines of her face
Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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