There will be no hunting season this year
All the hunters have been poisoned
By an old deer
And in the cities and the towns
All the banks are closed down
The bankers have all gone home to make love to their wives Like they were twenty-five
And if you lie down by the roadside
And if you lie down by the roadside
Leave some kind of sign by the roadside
There will be no hunting season this year
All the hunters have been poisoned
By an old deer