get your guitars ready boys, start loading up the amp,
we’re gonna do some hunting , we’re breaking up the camp,
there’s bounty for the melody , top prize for a tune,
so slick em down , and saddle up, we gotta find one soon,

the land lords on the telephone, demanding that we pay,
last check bounced like rubber duck, he’s really making waves
get yer guitars ready boy’s let’s start making sense,
we gotta find a lyric, one that pays the rent,

looks like we need some glasses, need to open up the shades,
cause this hay stacks getting bigger, like these bills that aint got paid,
the hunting grounds are open, open season for a song,
we gotta bag a lyric, we aint got very long,

the water bills run over boys, last bar of soap done drowned,
gave up the ghost , lot like us , never made a sound,
so get yer guitars ready, get something else in gear,
bill collectors hunting us, we gotta get outta hear,

yea we’re hunting for a lyric, got a compass for the mind,
gonna cross a broken heart, and the mason dixon line,
looking over country rock, and floating down the streams,
setting traps for trophy tunes, and the bounty that they bring.

get your guitars ready boys, start loading up the amp,
we’re gonna do some hunting , we’re breaking up the camp,
there’s bounty for the melody , top prize for a tune,
so slick em down , and saddle up, we gotta find one soon,