Old Timers

Before rifles before bows there was a man and a fire
This one's for the old timers

Started with a spear and a fire and a need to eat
Caveman trackin' by the print of a wandering feet
No scope no truck just instinct and a stone tip blade
Every hunt back then life or death no time for it to fade
Spear turned into arrow arrow turned into a bow
Bow turned into powder that's how the old ways go
Every generation added somethin' to the craft
But the patience that it takes ain't never once been outdone or outclassed
Same wind check a caveman did behind a tree
Same quiet same stillness same eyes tryin' to see
Thousands of years between him and me on this ground
But the lesson passed down never lost its sound

This is for the old timers the ones who taught us right
Patience over hunger respect over the fight
From the cave to the rifle the lesson stayed the same
Slow it down read the land that's the oldest game
This is for the old timers the hands that came before
Every hunt we take today is standin' on their floor
This is for the old timers the ones who taught us right
From the cave to the rifle we still hunt by their light

My daddy taught me quiet his daddy taught him too
Somewhere down that line a man made fire and it grew
Sixty plus and older still out walkin' the savanna
Teachin' me at forty three I still got more to learn than I understand
Old timers taught them somethin' before it became mine
Every mentor just a middleman for somethin' ancient
Passin' down a fire that was never truly patient enough to wait for permission
We are Pew Estate but we didn't invent the code
We just carry what the old ones already sowed
Respect the land respect the harvest respect the wait
That's older than any rifle older than any date

Ten thousand years of hunters standin' in a line
Every one of us just borrowin' a little bit of time
The old timers knew somethin' before we had a name for it
Slow down breathe and listen that's the oldest secret

This is for the old timers the ones who taught us right
Patience over hunger respect over the fight
From the cave to the rifle the lesson stayed the same
Slow it down read the land that's the oldest game
This is for the old timers the hands that came before
Every hunt we take today is standin' on their floor
This is for the old timers the ones who taught us right
From the cave to the rifle we still hunt by their light

Before rifles before bows
There was a man and a fire
This one's for the old timers