Deerslayer - DBUK

I was given the heirloom

Of my father’s father’s father’s father’s father

A hand-carved rifle

That was known as Deerslayer

I put the yearling in my sights

I gutshot the beast

I cried, bent Deerslayer’s muzzle

Father laughed, said, «There'll be more, son, you’ll see»

Oh, Deerslayer

You bring me pain and misery

Oh, Deerslayer

You bring me pain and misery

Well, I grabbed Deerslayer

Off the rack of my Ford

I misjudged, smacked the hand-carved stock

Against my truck’s door

And the explosion lit up the whole cab

Kay’s face blushed red

I rolled my eyes towards Deerslayer

Seeing Kay, she was not dead

There was only a slight scratch

On the left lobe of Kay, my wife

If I’d never bent Deerslayer

I might have myself a different life

Oh, Deerslayer

You bring me pain and misery

Oh, Deerslayer

You bring me pain and misery

Father told stories about the closeness of Slayer

«I fit Slayer in my right ear»

I would compensate for the bend in the barrel

By holding Deerslayer near

Cleaning mishaps are common 'mongst my people

My wife, Kay, she’d be rich

So I remove Deerslayer

Yeah, Kay, she don’t deserve it

Oh, Deerslayer

You won’t end my misery

Oh, Deerslayer

You won’t end my misery

I grab the hand-carved stock of Deerslayer

With love to Kay, I come

I clubbed Kay close enough to her left ear

Like my fathers must have done

And looking down the muzzle

Deerslayer’s now straight

I blushed red through my ear and neck

As I stepped over my wife Kay

Oh, Deerslayer

You bring me pain and misery

Oh, Deerslayer

Let’s compare our misery

I’ll always carry

You close to me