| I was given the heirloom
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| Of my father’s father’s father’s father’s father
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| A hand-carved rifle
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| That was known as Deerslayer
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| I put the yearling in my sights
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| I gutshot the beast
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| I cried, bent Deerslayer’s muzzle
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| Father laughed, said, «There'll be more, son, you’ll see»
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| Oh, Deerslayer
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| You bring me pain and misery
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| Oh, Deerslayer
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| You bring me pain and misery
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| Well, I grabbed Deerslayer
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| Off the rack of my Ford
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| I misjudged, smacked the hand-carved stock
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| Against my truck’s door
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| And the explosion lit up the whole cab
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| Kay’s face blushed red
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| I rolled my eyes towards Deerslayer
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| Seeing Kay, she was not dead
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| There was only a slight scratch
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| On the left lobe of Kay, my wife
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| If I’d never bent Deerslayer
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| I might have myself a different life
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| Oh, Deerslayer
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| You bring me pain and misery
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| Oh, Deerslayer
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| You bring me pain and misery
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| Father told stories about the closeness of Slayer
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| «I fit Slayer in my right ear»
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| I would compensate for the bend in the barrel
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| By holding Deerslayer near
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| Cleaning mishaps are common 'mongst my people
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| My wife, Kay, she’d be rich
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| So I remove Deerslayer
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| Yeah, Kay, she don’t deserve it
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| Oh, Deerslayer
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| You won’t end my misery
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| Oh, Deerslayer
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| You won’t end my misery
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| I grab the hand-carved stock of Deerslayer
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| With love to Kay, I come
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| I clubbed Kay close enough to her left ear
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| Like my fathers must have done
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| And looking down the muzzle
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| Deerslayer’s now straight
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| I blushed red through my ear and neck
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| As I stepped over my wife Kay
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| Oh, Deerslayer
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| You bring me pain and misery
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| Oh, Deerslayer
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| Let’s compare our misery
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| I’ll always carry
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| You close to me |