when I was a boy, at the  cold blue lake   my daddy pulled out  a fish   I watched it flop and  shake   started slowin down, til  it barely moved   I stood ten feet back  and stared   til it was  through   I felt it way down  inside   I felt it way down  inside   shook a pheasant from  a tree   when I saw that bird  come out   I knew the time had  come for me   she started movin for the  clear blue sky   I aimed quick, let the  bullet fly   I saw it goin right at  her, pass her by   as I watched bird  fly away   I dropped my gun and  cried   I felt it way down  inside   I felt it way down  inside   we got a deer laid him  in his tracks   about fifteen mile form  the hunting shack   when we walked up, he  was still alive   I had to cut his throat with  my grandfather's knife   I slit his belly, his  gentle form   had to reach my hand  inside   it was soft and  warm   I pulled out his heart,  took a bite   as it went down my  throat   I felt that animal  fight   I felt it way down  inside   I felt it way down  inside