Lyrics

Verse 1
Five A.M. boots in the dirt,
Mossy Oak jacket over a faded shirt.
Watching a trail where the big bucks roam,
When my stomach said, "Boy, you'd better go home"
So I climbed down quickly and found a pine tree,
Squatted down with my pants to my knees.
Then a skunk walked up like he owned the place,
And sprayed me point-blank, right in the face.

Chorus
I got skunked, then I got skunked,
Didn't see any deer, but I smell like junk.
Spent all day hunting, and my luck just stunk,
No buck on the tailgate, just a skunk in the trunk.
I got skunked, then I got skunked,
Lord, this season has been completely sunk.
No trophy pictures, no antlered hunk,
Didn't bag a deer; I got double skunked.

Verse 2
I was slipping out after another felled hunt,
Tripped and fell, then I heard a grunt.
A hissing sound and then a squirt,
It had me floundering around in the dirt.
Now, the boys in camp want let me back in,
So I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck again.
Now, everything I've got smells like a skunk,
It's going to cost me a fortune to replace my junk.

Chorus
I got skunked, then I got skunked,
Didn't see any deer, but I smell like junk.
Spent all day hunting, and my luck just stunk,
No buck on the tailgate, just a skunk in the trunk.
I got skunked, then I got skunked,
Lord, this season has been completely sunk.
No trophy pictures, no antlered hunk,
Didn't bag a deer; I got double skunked.

Verse 3
Walking in, gonna hunt my evening stand,
When I heard critters fighting, it sounded grand.
I should have walked around, should have stayed away,
But as I got closer, they began to spray.
When in the woods, I try to get the most,
But, I sure didn't want this double dose.
At home, the wife said you're not coming in here,
She said it's off to the doghouse again, dear.

Chorus
I got skunked, then I got skunked,
Didn't see any deer, but I smell like junk.
Spent all day hunting, and my luck just stunk,
No buck on the tailgate, just a skunk in the trunk.
I got skunked, then I got skunked,
Lord, this season has been completely sunk.
No trophy pictures, no antlered hunk,
Didn't bag a deer; I got double skunked.

Outro [ he talks the outro, no singing]
She said it's the doghouse again, dear,
Yeah, that's what started this whole thing,... ..DEER!
It's enough to make a man want to quit.
[hissing/spraying sound to end]