Boots and Hunters Orange

Verse 1

Alarm clock ringing at 4 AM on the dot

Coffee brewing slow, quiet footsteps through the lot

Jack frost on the window, breath hanging in the air

Buck knife in my pocket, got no worries, got no cares

Zip up my jacket, boots crunch on gravel drive

Load up my old Chevy, hit the road before sunrise

Every mile brings me closer to that northern timber line

Headlight beams are fading as the stars begin to shine

Chorus

Chasing white tails, breathing in that morning chill

Old pine needles cracking under steady boots until

The sun peeks up and paints the frost with gold

It's deer season in Michigan, stories waiting to be told

Post-Chorus

Oh, oh, out here alone

Oh, oh, this is home

Verse 2

Woods are waking up with every crow's first cry

Thermos steaming coffee, I watch the river slide by

Heart beats slow just waiting for that moment to begin

Ears sharp for footsteps, my patience wearing thin

Pre-Chorus

This is where I'm meant to be

Legacy beneath these trees

Every autumn brings me back

To memories and deer tracks

Chorus

Chasing white tails, breathing in that morning chill

Old pine needles cracking under steady boots until

The sun peeks up and paints the frost with gold

It's deer season in Michigan, stories waiting to be told

Post-Chorus

Oh, oh, out here alone

Oh, oh, this is home

Bridge

First light glimmers just beyond the ridgeline

Squirrels chatter secrets in the tangled pine

Watching distant shadows drift across the hollow floor

Hope for that old ten-point, like every year before

Chorus

Chasing white tails, as the world begins to glow

Breath fogs in silence, steady aim and low

Time stands still, the moment’s in my hand

It’s deer season in Michigan, I’m right where I stand

Post-Chorus

Oh, oh, blood runs bold

Oh, oh, woods of gold

Chorus

Chasing white tails, as the sky breaks into day

Tracks in frosted grasses, new chapter on the way

Wind stirs the branches, I breathe in and then

It's deer season in Michigan, here we go again

Post-Chorus

Oh, oh, crisp air takes hold

Oh, oh, stories retold

Verse 3

Sun climbs higher, crow calls fade into the blue

Boots hanging off the ladder stand, horizon in view

Laugh at old mistakes that made me who I am

Lessons from this timber, passed down through these lands

Pre-Chorus

Shoulders steady, heart at peace

Waiting for the signs I need

In this calm, I understand

Why I keep coming back again