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Deerslayer
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Ray Stevens
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Late one night while driving home I stopped to use a roadside phone To call my wife and tell her I was headed back When somewhere out of the mist and the fog came a big deer running from a pack of dogs And that deer ran right into the side of my Cadillac Well, it cracked like thunder when he banged his head, the deer fell over and I thought he's dead And it spooked the dogs and they ran back In the woods So I picked up that deer up by his feet, laid him back real neat in my back seat I'm thinkin' some venison stew might taste real good (Deerslayer) That head will look real good up on my wall What with those big antlers and all, heh, heh Well, I started to put my car in drive when, son of a gun, he came alive Kicking and snorting in the back of my Cadillac Breaking windows and smashing doors and I'm not gonna say what he did on the floor And then he jumped the seat and stomped up and down my back Well, I was trying to stay alive so I jumped out and left the deer inside Ran to the phone so I could call 911 Then I heard a noise and froze in my tracks, sounded like those dogs might be comin' back And I looked up and sho-nuff here they come (Deerslayer) Well, leading that pack was a big old hound, his ears a floppin' and his nose to the ground And I knew he wouldn't like me stealing his deer Now that deer had his antlers up through the sunroof and I'm climbin' up the telephone booth When that dog jumped up and bit me on the rear Help! Gimme the police! Thank God for 911 Somebody get on here quick and be sure to bring your gun I got hound dogs nippin' at my heels and Bambi's wreckin' my Coupe DeVille Help! Gimme the police! Thank God for 911 Well, the hound dogs held us both at bay 'til the po-lice came and chased them away Then they said, "Buddy, you can drop that phone now, and come on down We can't think of any rhyme or reason for you having that deer 'cause it's out of season And I think we'd better all go see the judge back in town" (Deerslayer) Well, you see your Honor, I'd just like to mention that the deer was in bad need of medical attention And would you believe I was taking him to the vet? He said thirty days and you do it again and I'll lock you up 'til Lord knows when And teach you a lesson you will never forget Now my Cadillac's a total wreck I got hoof prints all over my back And dog bites on my toes and up my shins My wife's run off- my job is gone and I'm here in the jailhouse all alone And I know one thing I won't ever say again Help! Gimme the police! Thank God for 911 Somebody get on here quick and be sure to bring your gun I got hound dogs nippin' at my heels and Bambi's wreckin' my Coupe DeVille Help! Gimme the police! Thank God for 911 I'll tell you one thing - from now on Road kill is off my menu At least from now on - I'll make sure it's dead! And not just playin' possum Venison stew - Humph! I'll take chicken noodle soup any day! BBQ's good too And sausage! Hey, Jimmy Dean is my hero
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