| Well now, early one day,
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| I was on my way
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| To my favorite fishin' hole.
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| I was think I could sure use
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| Another bottle of booze
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| And my baits a runnin a little low,
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| Yeah and a box of twelve gauge
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| Would be all the rage
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| When I’m all liquered up and I’m feelin good
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| Well, just up the road
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| There’s a place called bubba’s,
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| Man he’s got the goods
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| And the sign says, beer bait and ammo,
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| Yeah they got everything in between
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| They got anything any old beer-drinkin,
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| Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs
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| They got your fishin hooks,
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| They got your dirty books,
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| They got your rebel flag on the wall,
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| The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they’ve got it all.
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| Well when I walked in I couldn’t even begin
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| To describe just a what I smelled.
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| Lord was it the catfish bait,
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| Or something bubba had ate,
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| Or was it them pickled eggs on the shelf
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| With a toothless grin,
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| He said so step on in And make yourself right at home
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| And I said no thank you man
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| Just a twelve pack of cans
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| And I’ll be good to go And the sign says, beer bait and ammo,
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| Yeah they got everything in between
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| They got anything any old beer-drinkin,
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| Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs
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| They got your fishin hooks,
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| They got your dirty books,
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| They got your rebel flag on the wall,
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| The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they’ve got it all.
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| Yes they do!
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| And the sign says, beer bait and ammo,
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| Yeah they got everything in between
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| They got anything any old beer-drinkin,
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| Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs
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| They got your fishin hooks,
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| They got your dirty books,
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| They got your rebel flag on the wall,
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| The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they’ve got it all.
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| Walk it! |