I don’t have the music to this yet, but here you go written by me.
Parody of Garth Brooks’ song “Rodeo”
“Recurve Bow” by Jon Erdmann
His eyes are cold and restless
September 4th is almost here
And she’d give half of Montana
Just to chase away the bear, elk and deer.
Well she knows his love’s in the woods
And she knows he’s gonna go
Well, it ain’t no woman, flesh and blood
It’s that danged old recurve bow.
Well its trails of blood
It’s tracks in mud
It’s finding a tree in the dark
It’s his knees when they buckle
Or the pounding of his knuckles
When his shot misses the mark.
It’s aerial maps,
It’s arrow wraps,
The bear fur rest, you know
It’s the simple things
And the arrow when it sings,
And they call the thing a recurve bow.
She does her best to hold him
When his thoughts turn to fall
But his need for the outdoors controls him
And her backs against the wall.
And its “So long, girl, I’ll see you”
When its time for him to go.
You know the woman wants her husband
Like he wants his recurve bow.
Well its trails of blood
It’s tracks in mud
It’s finding a tree in the dark
It’s his knees when they buckle
Or the pounding of his knuckles
When his shot misses the mark.
It’s aerial maps,
It’s arrow wraps,
The bear fur rest, you know
It’s the simple things
And the arrow when it sings,
And they call the thing a recurve bow.
It’ll drive a hunter crazy.
It’ll drive the man insane.
And he’ll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play the game
And a broken home and some mounts at home
Is all he’ll have to show
For the years he spent chasing
That wildlife with his recurve bow.
Well its trails of blood
It’s tracks in mud
It’s finding a tree in the dark
It’s his knees when they buckle
Or the pounding of his knuckles
When his shot misses the mark.
It’s aerial maps,
It’s arrow wraps,
The bear fur rest, you know
It’s the simple things
And the arrow when it sings,
And they call the thing a recurve bow.
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