Eit Skot Te

For forty years I've hunted deer.
Stomping and tired over bog and stone
With a Mauser and an old backpack.
But my breath ain't as good as it used to be,
I love hunting, but soon I won't care.
I'm nearsighted, and the sweat runs like a stream.

But one last shot I gotta make. Final hunt.
One buck I’m gonna take, so it’s goodbye and thanks!

Who’s that coming up now?
Looks like Olav Ro.
What’s up with you, man? You better hop on!
It’s been a while since we hunted together.
Did you get a license, are you in a crew?
I was thinking about it, but I'm hesitant to go.

I’ve been thinking about buying a cabin in the mountains,
Sitting outside in a sheepskin coat
And chilling, overlooking the glacier and the sky.
I haven’t even shot my gun yet,
But it works just as well as your Krag,
That’s a good rifle! I’m never buying new!

'Cause one last shot I can make. Final hunt.
One buck I’m gonna take, so it’s goodbye and thanks!