Mossy oak swamp bottom, dew drop falling
Old Tom answering a hoot owls call
Nothing like the sound when the day breaks
Me and Daddy in the woods on a Saturday
you see his Granddaddy hunted these hills and
I hope someday my kids will
He said, Do me a favor before i'm gone,
love this land and pass it on
Pass it on

Oh, he showed me how to cast a line
Where the white tail live and how to read their signs
He'd lean my gun up against a tree,
so he could hold a barbwire fence for me
Yeah I learned a lot from watching his ways,
like how to hunt smart and how to be safe
He said, one of these days son, you'll be grown
Remember what i told you and pass it on

Pass it on in the name of conservation
Pass it on to another generation
Pass it on

But on the day that I turned 21,
my Dad walked in with an old shot gun
He said this belonged to your grandpa
It's yours now son, so handle it with love
and pass it on

Pass it on in the name of conservation
Pass it on to another generation
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on

Nothing like the sound when day breaks
Me and my boy in the woods on a Saturday
Pass it on