Forest hold many secrets,
They hold the bonds,
They share many tall tales,
They tell many stories,
Many of love and mystery,
Many murders and sacrifices,
Many guns have been shot,
Most deer have been droped,
Most turkeys have ran,
Most squirls have chattered,
Forest hold the secrets of my gun,
My many shotgun shells being used,
The cold brisk mornings,
I have hunted these fine forest,
They have shown me the ways,
They have shown me my true self,
They have shown me; me,
They have shown me,
How southern I really am.
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