Mossy oak swamp bottom, dew drop falling
Old Tom answering a hoot owls call
Nothing like the sound when the day breaks
Me and Daddy in the woods on a Saturday
You see his Granddaddy hunted these hills and
I hope someday my kids will
He said, Do me a favor before i'm gone
Love this land and pa** it on
Pa** it on
Oh, he showed me how to cast a line
Where the white tail live and how to read their signs
He'd lean my gun up against a tree
So he could hold a barbwire fence for me
Yeah I learned a lot from watching his ways
Like how to hunt smart and how to be safe
He said, one of these days son, you'll be grown
Remember what i told you and pa** it on
Pa** it on in the name of conservation
Pa** it on to another generation
Pa** it on
But on the day that I turned 21
My Dad walked in with an old shot gun
He said this belonged to your grandpa
It's yours now son, so handle it with love
And pa** it on
Pa** it on in the name of conservation
Pa** it on to another generation
Pa** it on
Pa** it on
Pa** it on
Nothing like the sound when day breaks
Me and my boy in the woods on a Saturday
Pa** it on