Pleasures and Woes
On a cold winter morning
I set in my stand
Waitin' for a deer.
With my gun in my hand.
Hours go by, one after one.
I wish I could feel heat from the sun.
The temperature is dropping, my toes
Are getting cold,
Days like this can try a man's soul.
What's that noise I hear in the
Is it a deer or only the breeze?
There he steps out, my heart begins
Ease off the safety and put that buck
On the ground.
Meat on the table, fire on the hearth
I wouldn't trade this for nothing on earth.
Get up the next morning like a dang fool
Climb up in my stand, set on my stool
I say to myself I must be touched in
For I could be home and in my warm bed
But that's the way deer season goes:
You'll have some pleasures and you'll have
By Jones F. Kennedy