CHORDS
         E (barre chord)      079900       F#  X44322
         B7                   X20202       A   X02220
         E                    022100       G#  X66544
         B                    X04441
INTRO  
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VERSE I
E                             G#
September comes to Texas just one time every year,
       A                   F#
so we get our guns and our pickup trucks, 
      A             B7         E
and a bunch of that Lone Star beer, 

well we head out for the open plains, 
            G#
where the birds they all flow like wine, 
    A                    F#
we hunt them up then we shoot them down,
         A       B7       E
man it makes me feel so fine, 

The manly sport is what I'm talking about,
             G#
so you can grab you a pouch of chew, 
A                           F#
If we get bored 'cause the birds won't fly, 
                 A              B7 E
we'll shoot the rabbits with my .22.

CHORUS I
A                                   E
I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries, 
      A                                   F#               B
just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise,
E
Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance, 
                                  A
go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys,
    B                E (go back to the intro E)
on a West Texas Holiday.

BREAK
play verse chords


VERSE II
E                                 G#
Hunting is a lot like religion or so it is I'm told,
         A                        F#
they're both just a simple little way of life, 
             A         B7        E
and they're both good for your soul, from Robert Earl Keen
                           G#
to Robert E. Lee, perfect strangers or best of friends, 
    A                       F#                        A          B7     E
we all have a common little bond between us, we were born to be huntin men.
                                               G#
If it flies it dies you know they say, and so often times it's true, 
          A                  F#
yeah but you take yours and I'll take mine, 
           A        F#    E
and we'll have us a Bar-B-Que.

CHORUS II
A                                   E
I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries, 
      A                                   F#               B
just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise,
E
Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance, 
                                  A
go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys,
    B                E 
on a West Texas Holiday.

REPEAT CHORUS II

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