[Verse 1]
He's got 17 coon dogs out in the pen
Ten 11 point bucks hangin' in his den
If he ain't a'huntin' he's a'watching a show
Teaches things about huntin' that he don't know

[Chorus]
And if I was a bettin' woman
I'd lay my money down
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
Than he spends in this house
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun-carryin'
Tobacco-chewin', no good blue tick hound

[Verse 2]
Well, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stew
Fence posts, shock collars, chicken wire, too
If he ain't a'huntin' he's out at the lake
Suckin' on a long neck, changin' his bait

[Chorus]
And if I was a bettin' woman
I'd lay my money down
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
Than he spends in this house
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun-carryin'
Tobacco-chewin', no good blue tick hound
Go boys...

[Verse 3]
He may as well be invisible in his Realtree overalls
I can barely see him through the tree stands
Heated underwear, and turkey calls
The Lord help me with this problem I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun-carryin'
Tobacco-chewin', no good blue tick hound