Lyrics
well im 15 feet up of the ground
i got my bow in my hand, not making a sound
in just waiting, waiting pactiently
that magical time is right around the corner
where i just mighg see that big ten pointer
till then, i'll be sitting in the tree
waiting on the rut
them bucks snortin and a gruntin
you rattle them horns together they come a running
the rut, this is my time to shine
Yeah the rut, them buck a scrapping and a rubbing
chasing them does trying to get a little loving
The rut, all i got is time.
