Central Florida Nights (Palmetto Season)

Yeah.. Central Florida
Palmetto and pine, that's the sound

Headlamp cutting through the flatwoods, quiet
Thermal on the scope, I don't hunt on a diet
Truck parked off the fire road, engine still tickin
Solo in the palmetto, every sense is kickin
Green Swamp, Kissimmee prairie, Ocala line
Cypress domes holdin' secrets since way back in time
Rooter tracks in the mud, fresh as this mornin
Hundred and eighty pounds, ain't even a warnin
Wind check first, movin' slow and steady
Glass up on the clearing, breathin' calm and ready
Boots in the muck, rifle already raised
Central Florida raised me, this the code I'm praised
Feed the family, feed the freezer, feed the block
No waste in these woods, that's the only law I clock

We ride at night, thermal in the sky
Palmetto scratchin, stars up high
Hog down heavy, that's the harvest song
Central Florida, this where we belong
Boar in the brush, we been huntin' since a young'un
Grind it, smoke it, share it, that's the runnin
We ride at night, thermal in the sky
Central Florida, this where we belong

Side by side rollin' through the scrub at midnight
Palmetto rakin' the doors, that's the price you pay for the ride
Boar been rootin' up the pasture, tearin' up the fence line
Rancher called us up, said come handle business, one time
We ain't sport huntin, this a job that feeds the county
Cracklins in the pan, that Boston butt got bounty
Knife work clean, respect the animal, respect the land
Every hunt a lesson passed down from an older hand
Daddy had a Winchester, I got a thermal scope
Same swamp, same dirt, same hundred year old hope
One shot, clean drop, adrenaline risin
Central Florida nights, ain't nothin' surprisin
We been doin' this since before the interstate came through
Boar in the brush, that's a story that stays true

Palmetto, cypress, mud up to the knee
Ain't no city livin' gon' ever teach you what these woods can teach
Hog down, woods quiet, headlamp cuts to black
Load the truck, ride home, ain't never lookin' back

We ride at night, thermal in the sky
Palmetto scratchin, stars up high
Hog down heavy, that's the harvest song
Central Florida, this where we belong
Boar in the brush, we been huntin' since a young'un
Grind it, smoke it, share it, that's the runnin
We ride at night, thermal in the sky
Central Florida, this where we belong

Central Florida
Hog country