Second Week Of Deer Camp
Composer(s): Jim DeCaire; Joe Potila
Performer(s): Da Yoopers; The Deer Hunters; Brian Doherty



Someone: Hey, there goes one!
Someone Else: Hey! You shot my cow! 

It's the second week of deer camp
I got a swollen head
I'm lying with the dustballs
Underneath my bed
An icy breeze is blowing in
Through the tongue and groove
My pants are frozen to the floor
And I'm too sick to move

I didn't do too many
Only 30 cans of beer
It must have been that last shot
That put me under here

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

I remember playing poker
That weasel must have won
He's wearing my new swampers
And sleeping with my gun
He's snoring like a chainsaw
The camp smells like a dump
Someone's dirty underwear
Is hanging on the pump

Mukku's in the woodbox
Eener's passed out on the stove
His flannel shirt is smoking
I wonder if he knows?

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

Vito's crawling through the door
I think he got frostbite
He passed out in the outhouse
And he's been there since last night
Goofus stumbles through the door
He says he got a buck
He was coming from the wayside
And he killed it with his truck! 

And Musti cracks a beer and says
"It's time to celebrate!
Goofus got the first buck
Since 1968!" 

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer...