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Hey y'all, Bigfoot here. This is my new single. Hope it don't scare y'all off.
I'm just a hairy boy born deep in the hills. Daddy ran shine. Mama cooked what she killed. He drank every day till the jar ran dry. She patched up his coat with a look in her eye. Ain't had no school and no man to guide. So I taught myself how to live outside.
Born to be bushy. I live off the land. Cut my own wood and work with my hands. Ain't hiding from you. I just don't belong in a world too loud and moving too wrong.
I felt me with bark and rope. Caught fish with my hands and cooked them on open. Learned to boil water when my gut went bad and sleep close to fire when the nights turned mad. I started to notice when the squirrels got still that something was moving beyond the hill.
Born to be bushy, I live off the land. Cut my own wood and work with my hands. Ain't hiding from you. I just don't belong in a world too loud and moving too wrong.
Sharpened the stone till it fit just right. Hung up a snare where the trail looked tight. I ain't no ghost or don't want to be found. Got a pine cone pillow and a deer high gown. I leave no tracks and I speak real low. That's how you last when you're living slow.
Born to be bushy. I live off the land. Cut my own wood and work with my hands. Ain't hiding from you. I just don't belong. In a world too loud and moving too wrong. Still a great place to be. In a world too loud and moving too wrong.