First line,
"Honey, don't you be yelling at me when I'm cleaning my gun.
I'll wash the blood off the tailgate when deer seasons's done......."
and then later down the song,
"So if monsignor should pull you aside as you're leaving the church
And I'm out on the ice, dropping lines for the walleye and perch
Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the fold
And I'd rather stand outside in the cold".
Another great song from James McMurtry