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
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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
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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
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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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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!
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Beer Bait And Ammo
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| Mark Chesnutt |
