Deer Hunter's Blues
Bill Hicks Lyrics


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There ain't nothing like whiskey in the shivering dawn, (reprise first 2 lines at end)

Sitting up in a tree, with your oranges on,

And your fingers so stiff they feel they'd just snap

If you push on them wrong--and you love it like that.
You make every move as slow as you can,

You keep your eyes open, your breathe soft and shallow,

You cradle your Twelve Gauge, she's as sweet as a baby,

And then it's a Ten-Point, and I don't mean maybe!

He's nibbling the leaves, he's looking around,

An Indian Prince, a discrete apparition:

His coat is so perfect you're not sure if you see him,

Except for his nose and his sparkling eye.

You breathe even softer, he moves even closer,

A breeze brushes your face, a leaf falls between you.

You look down the barrel, drop your sight in the notch,

You steady your shoulder, you click off the safety.

(Bridge) And right at that moment, lasting nearly forever,

You see millions and millions and millions and millions of barbeque grills,

And millions of guys in plaid shirts and aprons,

And millions of TVs with bright football games,

And millions of cars going millions and millions of places,

With millions of drivers with dour grim faces.....

And after that moment is finally gone,

And you look down the sights, Mr. Buck has done vanished,

Like a rainbow, if you happen to turn your head for a second.

(break here)

The sun's finally up now, and the forest floor's steaming,

And you take one last sip and stuff your flask back in your pocket,

And climb down the planks you nailed up on that tree,

And walk out of the woods, and head on down to the Xrds,





For a Pepsi, some Nabs, and a daily newspaper.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bill Hicks's song Deer Hunter's Blues offer a vivid and somewhat ironic portrayal of a hunting experience. The first two lines set the stage - whiskey at dawn, sitting in a tree with oranges (perhaps for sustenance), and fingers so cold they could "snap if you push on them wrong." Despite the discomfort and potential danger, the singer loves the experience of the hunt. He moves slowly, eyes open, breath soft and shallow - all in anticipation of spotting the elusive Ten-Point deer.


When the deer finally appears, the singer describes this "discrete apparition" with admiration, noting the perfection of its coat and the sparkle in its eye. The tension builds as the singer prepares to take his shot, with descriptions of breathing even softer, a breeze brushing his face, and a leaf falling between him and the deer. However, just when the moment seems to last forever, the singer's mind suddenly wanders to the distractions of modern life - "millions and millions of barbeque grills" and "millions of guys in plaid shirts and aprons." By the time he refocuses on the deer, it has vanished like a rainbow disappearing if you turn away for a second.


The song's lyrics can be interpreted in different ways - they may be seen as an ode to the thrill and tradition of hunting, or a critique of the way that modern life and its distractions can disrupt our connection to nature. Overall, Hicks's clever wordplay and immersive storytelling make for an engaging and thought-provoking narrative.


Line by Line Meaning

There ain't nothing like whiskey in the shivering dawn,
Drinking whiskey in the shivering dawn before hunting is an incomparable experience.


Sitting up in a tree, with your oranges on,
Being in a tree wearing an orange vest is mandatory for the hunter's safety.


And your fingers so stiff they feel they'd just snap
The weather is so cold that the hunter's fingers feel like they'll break.


If you push on them wrong--and you love it like that.
The pain from the cold, yet he still enjoys hunting.


You make every move as slow as you can,
The hunter moves slowly to avoid scaring off the deer.


You keep your eyes open, your breathe soft and shallow,
The hunter breathes softly and quietly to not scare the deer away.


You cradle your Twelve Gauge, she's as sweet as a baby,
The hunter treats his gun like a baby, cradling it with care.


And then it's a Ten-Point, and I don't mean maybe!
The deer that walks past is a Ten-Point buck, definitely worth shooting.


He's nibbling the leaves, he's looking around,
The buck is unaware of the hunter's presence and is currently eating leaves.


An Indian Prince, a discrete apparition:
The buck is a majestic and discrete creature.


His coat is so perfect you're not sure if you see him,
The deer's coat is so well-maintained it's hard to tell if it's real or not.


Except for his nose and his sparkling eye.
The buck's nose and eyes are visibly real, indicating it's not an apparition.


You breathe even softer, he moves even closer,
The hunter makes even less noise, allowing the deer to move closer.


A breeze brushes your face, a leaf falls between you.
A light breeze occurs, but the hunter doesn't move, not to scare the deer away.


You look down the barrel, drop your sight in the notch,
The hunter aims the firearm with precision.


You steady your shoulder, you click off the safety.
The hunter steadies their shoulder and takes the safety off the gun.


(Bridge) And right at that moment, lasting nearly forever,
At this moment, the hunter is focused on one thing: shooting the deer.


You see millions and millions and millions and millions of barbeque grills,
The hunter sees a vision of a world full of barbeque grills.


And millions of guys in plaid shirts and aprons,
He visualizes many men in plaid shirts and aprons, ready to cook what they've hunted.


And millions of TVs with bright football games,
The hunter sees all the football games that he'll miss because he's been hunting.


And millions of cars going millions and millions of places,
The many cars symbolize the different social events and occasions the hunter is missing by hunting.


With millions of drivers with dour grim faces.....
The drivers have disappointed expressions as they're aware of what the hunter is missing out on.


And after that moment is finally gone,
The hunter returns from the state of imagining the future to the present.


And you look down the sights, Mr. Buck has done vanished,
When reality returns, the buck has gone, unnoticed by the hunter.


Like a rainbow, if you happen to turn your head for a second.
Like a rainbow that disappears if you turn your head away.


(break here)
A brief intermission reprieve.


The sun's finally up now, and the forest floor's steaming,
The sun has finally risen, and the forest floor is steaming with warmth.


And you take one last sip and stuff your flask back in your pocket,
The hunter takes one last sip of whiskey and stores the flask in their pocket.


And climb down the planks you nailed up on that tree,
The hunter climbs down from the tree they built to hunt from to leave the woods.


And walk out of the woods, and head on down to the Xrds,
The hunter leaves the woods and heads to the crossroads for nourishment.


For a Pepsi, some Nabs, and a daily newspaper.
The hunter's final destination is the crossroads to obtain a Pepsi, snacks, and a daily newspaper.


There ain't nothing like whiskey in the shivering dawn,
The song ends as it started: stating there's nothing like drinking whiskey in the cold of the morning when hunting.




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