I kill turkeys – that much is true
They call me turkey killer cause of what I do
But it was tough, learning, to bag a big Tom
I didn't find out on the web on TurkeyKiller.com
I had to put in time to learn dat skill
It took a few years before my first kill
So if ya pay your dues, you'll learn to see
You can be a turkey killer – like me
Well it was 5 am and I was up and on the loose
Had to get myself set before they came off the roost
I was dressed like I came off an army base
With a full camo suit and a camo-painted face
Sneakin' through the woods like a green beret
I found the spot I scouted last night, der hey
I set up my blind, behind a tree
So I could see them, but they couldn't see me
It was spring – and all the hens were busy feeding
But I was after gobblers that were interested in breeding
As the sun came up, I grabbed my little helper
A one-of-a-kind wooden mouth call yelper
Over the years, I learned to master the call
If there were gobblers around, I'd fool 'em all
I know it might sound sneaky, and you think that I'm jerky
But ya gotta be sly to bag yourself a big turkey
I was sittin' in my blind as I worked my call
In hopes to lure a big bearded Butterball
Yelp, yelp, squeal, then a cluck, cackle, cutt
A pit-pit pur, and a pit-purr putt
Then onto the scene came this big daddy male
Struttin' in a rut, and cold flashin' his tail
Ya had to see the size of this gigantic Tommy
His neck was as thick as a slab of salami!
He must of heard my yelpin' and was lookin' for a mate
But instead of a hen, that turkey met his fate
What a trophy - the payoff for my planning
So I raised up my custom-made, short-barreled cannon
Then boom – that gobbler was dead
Four pellets in his neck, another three in his head!
I kill turkeys – and now you know it's true
They call me turkey killer cause of what I do