Down in Shrew hollow by old Armstrong creek
sits a little log cabin with wood floors that squeak
In the evening the soft glow of gas lights are there
while outside there are Whitetails Gray wolves and black bear
Up on the oak ridge the acorns are falling
the bucks they are grunting, the does they are calling
so we slip in our stand and we wait for a buck
if the wind is just right all we'll need is some luck
Now come hang up your buck on our deer hanging rail
then sit by the fire and tell us your tale
For the stories of hunting is why we come here
to hear the stories and to hunt for the great whitetail deer