The Hunting Song

When I was a boy, at the cold blue lake
 my daddy pulled out a fish
 I watched it flop and shake
 Started slowin down, til it barely moved
 I stood ten feet back and stared
 til it was through
 I felt it way down inside
 I felt it way down inside
 Shook a pheasant from a tree
 When I saw that bird come out
 I knew the time had come for me
 She started movin for the clear blue sky
 I aimed quick, let the bullet fly
 I saw it goin right at her, pass her by
 As I watched that bird fly away
 I dropped my gun and cried
 I felt it way down inside
 I felt it way down inside
 We got a deer laid him in his tracks
 About fifteen mile from the hunting shack
 When we walked up, he was still alive
 I had to cut his throat with my grandfather's knife
 I slit his belly, his gentle form
 Had to reach my hand inside
 It was soft and warm
 I pulled out his heart, took a bite
 as it went down my throat
 I felt that animal fight
 I felt it way down inside
 I felt it way down inside