Elk Camp Chef​ 

I saw my grandpa by the griddle,
Good ol cast iron pan,
Makin eggs and bacon, tryin to wake up camp again.
They'd been up all night drinkin whiskey,
Celebratin the kill, packin meat on there backs in a canyon,
Comin out of the willapa hills.
In a hurry he fired up his pickup.
And unthawed his windshield,
Said I'll be back again to make dinner.
While I drive these roads again

I'm the elk camp chef,
All that I've got left,
Is a couple of bad knees and glasses, and this old rifle I've kept.
Since my old man used when he was 22,
He had a nickname before he left,
Now they passed it down to me,
I'm the elk camp chef.

They give me first dibs on the timber, 
Where I drive back and forth,
And I've learned not to be a picky man,
I've had my chance before.
I've taken my share of mashers,
I got a few racks on the wall,
And now I'm old and wiser,
And what I love most of all,

I'm the elk camp chef,
All that I've got left,
Is a couple of bad knees and glasses,
And this old rifle I've kept,
Since my old man used when he was 22,
He had a nickname before he left.
Now they've passed it down to me, I'm the elk camp chef.

Now I'm creepin up on my time to leave,
And I've seen it all in front of me,
And how things changed since I was a little boy.
And I learned to be a humble man ,
And I enjoy the life I've been given,
And all things change before I have to leave.

I'm the elk camp chef,
All that I've got left,
Is a couple of bad knees and glasses,
And this old rifle I've kept,
Since my old man used when he was 22,
He had a nickname before he left,
Now they've passed it down to me,
I'm the elk camp chef.

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