Hounds in the Pines

Watch the Official Music Video for Hounds in the Pines – A fast-paced hunting country anthem.

Lyrics

[Verse]
At the break of dawn, boots hit the dirt,
Rifles in hand, ready for the work.
Hounds barking wild, noses to the ground,
Chasing through the pines, that hunting sound.

[Verse 2]
Camouflage and patience, trailing that buck,
Moonshine in a flask, for a bit of luck.
Crossing creeks and hollers, hunting in a line,
Echoes of the woods, like a sweet design.

[Chorus]
Hounds in the pines, baying at a scent,
Whitetail tracks, on the trail they went.
Banjo's strumming fast, fiddle's in the air,
Hunting in the woods, no worries or care.

[Verse 3]
Through the briar patch and the thicket dense,
Hounds moving quick, noses so intense.
Whistle on my lips, signaling the way,
Brothers in the field, in the light of day.

[Verse 4]
Shotgun shells jingling in my old worn vest,
Silent as we creep, giving it our best.
Fog lifting slow, sun climbing high,
Hounds barking loud, 'neath the southern sky.

[Bridge]
Paws in the dirt, tails held high,
Hearts beat fast as the quarry draws nigh.
Rustling leaves, a sudden standstill,
The thrill of the chase, that old country thrill.