Out in da jackpines at da break of dawn
We look for a buck or a track
At da end of da day we put our bullets away
And go back to our tarpaper shack
We sit in da camp by da kerosene lamp
And brag about da hunting we done
We're sweaty ol' stinkin' sauna beer drinkin'
Deer hunting son of a guns
We go in da sauna and we sit on da bench
And start beating ourselves with a branch
Den we run out bare naked and we jump in da snow bank
And we go put on our udder pants
We put on our shirts full of sawdust and dirt
And we still look da same when we're done
We're sweaty ol' stinkin' sauna beer drinkin'
Deer hunting son of a guns
We jump in da car and head for woody's bar
Cause we ran outta beer yesterday
Den we get stuck cause we ain't got da truck
So we have to push all da way
We crawl through da door and we order up four
And start drinkin' 'em down one by one
We're sweaty ol' stinkin' sauna beer drinkin'
Deer hunting son of a guns
We drink lotsa whiskey and we shoot lotsa sit
We drink till our elbows are sore
Den some jack from duluth says i stepped on his boot
And den we roll around on da floor
I bite off his ear and he buys me a beer
We always have lotsa fun
We're sweaty ol' stinkin' sauna beer drinkin'
Deer hunting son of a guns
