Well im 15 feet up of the ground I got my bow in my hand, not making a sound In just waiting, waiting pactiently That magical time is right around the corner Where i just mighg see that big ten pointer Till then, i'll be sitting in the tree Waiting on the rut Them bucks snortin and a gruntin You rattle them horns together they come a running The rut, this is my time to shine Yeah the rut, them buck a scrapping and a rubbing Chasing them does trying to get a little loving The rut, all i got is time.