Huntsmen Hunt For Food, Not Sport
I remember when I was younger, my daddy taught me hunt for food not sport
Now I'm older, his words stick with me in the desert, where I am hungry
Modern living has left me starving
Beneath the buildings, I started laughing
I started walking. The sun was smiling
Now it's scowling, the wind is howling
The hills are my home, the fire my wife
My story the miles, the kill is my life
The hills are my home, the fire my wife
The dirt is in my blood, my will is the knife
It's enough to make a sane man go mad
