Deerslayer - Ray Stevens

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 out 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