In a truck rolling out of town
Gun rack in the back, peddle pushed to the ground
He's drinking a beer, he's rolling 185
He'll beat the sun going down...if he get's there alive
He's hunting Jack Rabbits

Got to the site, he's setting up camp
He's got a rabbit roaster baby, and a kerosene lamp
Rifle under arm, he's hunting for blood
Peeping through the bushes like he's Elmer Fud
Looking for ...Jack Rabbits

Hours he searched but not one fluffy tail
Not one rabbit turd on the rabbit trail
It was getting late, he was going to go back
When there on the ground he saw the very first track
From a Jack Rabbit

He followed that track deep in the night
With his rifle , rabbit roaster, and Kerosene light
Then he heard a thump come from up yonder way
He raised his rifle to his eye and blew it away
Away the Jack Rabbit

Heaven knows this night wasn't through
There was a bear in these woods and he was hunting too
He saw the rabbit a roasting at our hero's camp site
And made a meal of the man who'd gone hunting
That night for a

Jack Rabbit