Some make a living hammering steel
Some earn their wage working the fields
And others grind wheat on riverside
Some make whiskey at harvest time
But I spend my days up in these hills
I'm a long hunter
I'm a skinning knife in a buckskin jacket I'm a hardwood ridgeline runner
I'm a man who deals in flint and steel, charcoal, saltpeter and sulfur
Know my way around this wooded ground no other white man's discovered
I'm a long hunter
I cook my deer in black bear grease
Cache my furs in caves and trees
So if the Shawnee ever cut my track
I can hightail and just come back
Gotta keep your powder dry and your barrel clean
I'm a long hunter
I'm a skinning knife in a buckskin jacket I'm a hardwood ridgeline runner
I'm a man who deals in flint and steel, charcoal, saltpeter and sulfur
Know my way around this wooded ground no other white man's discovered
I'm a long hunter
I'm a long hunter
I'm a skinning knife in a buckskin jacket I'm a hardwood ridgeline runner
I'm a man who deals in flint and steel, charcoal, saltpeter and sulfur
Know my way around this wooded ground no other white man's discovered
I'm a long hunter
I love the sweet song of a Wood Thrush
Calling through the trees right before dusk
Can't think of a place I'd rather be
Than out here my Maker and me
So until the day I return to dust
I'll be a long hunter
I'll be a long hunter