Both Barrels


It’s a force of habit.
Gonna hunt a white rabbit.

Haven’t seen a bear,
I don’t want no hare.

Gonna give her both barrels.

Hard to find, hard to seek.
There she hides, there she flees.
Firin’! Firin’!
It’s not over till it’s over/ When it’s all over she still tastes so sweet.
Thrill of the hunt and the thought of fresh meat.

It’s a force of habit.
Gonna hunt a white rabbit.

On her fluffy tail,
so that I can’t fail

to give her both my barrels.
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It’s a force of habit.
Gonna hunt a white rabbit.

White teeth and bright eyes,
gonna roast those thighs,

when I give her both barrels.
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It’s a force of habit.
Gonna hunt a white rabbit.

I’ll ferret her out,
and there ain’t no doubt,

I’ll be shooting both barrels.
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It’s a force of habit.
Gonna hunt a white rabbit.

Got her in my sight,
she won’t kick and fight,

when she’s tasted both barrels.

©21.2.2011 Andrew Robert Chapman


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