Up on the wallWas the buck you shot last fallThe 8 point turned out to be a 9You said ain’t it just my luckHope it’s gonna stick around for a whileWell the old house never soldStill wear your daddy’s clothes You put on his hatWell your brother’s out on the road Never sure when he was comingI remember thatAnd he never wanted to be the one to have to say itSee the picture of a timeIt was 1999 thought the world would end We were swinging out on a vine Begging for a little timeYour momma called us inBut she never wanted to be the one who had to say itUp on the wallWas the buck you shot last fallThe 8 point turned out to be a 9You said ain’t it just my luckHope it’s gonna stick around for a while For a whileWe all recall the knot you tied last fall at the county fair One we’d never seen beforeHanging behind the door I found you thereAnd I never wanted to be the one to have to say itUp on the wall were the dreams you had last fall The picture turned out to be a lieWell ain’t it just my luckThis feeling’s gonna stick around for a while For a while