Before the dawn's even born I take my rifle and powder horn Creep along the babbling brook Rest the barrel in the crook Of my arm and slide behind An ancient tree in the quiet Watch the shadows hear the leaves Take in everything around me I'm a hunter of more than venison I tend to wonder about this life and heaven It's hard to hide from your thoughts In the hardwoods and the rocks As the day is coming to And the light starts slipping through And you think back in time To a memory that holds tight Or on ahead up the trail What lies next if you prevail Like a woman on back home That waits for you all alone What she deserves and what you don't All your worries all your hopes I'm a hunter of more than venison I tend to wonder about this life and heaven It's hard to hide from your thoughts In the hardwoods and the rocks As the day is coming to And the light starts slipping through I'm a hunter of more than venison I tend to wonder about this life and heaven It's hard to hide from your thoughts In the hardwoods and the rocks As the day is coming to And the light starts slipping through