Written by Kevin Fowler
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Well now early one day I was on my way
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To my favorite fishin? hole
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I?s thinkin? I could sure use another bottle of booze
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My baits a runnin? a little low
Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage
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And I?m all liquored up and I?m feelin? good
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Well just up the road there was a place called Bubba?s
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Man he?s got the goods.
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And the sign said Beer, Bait, and Ammo yeah
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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
They got your fishin? hooks they got your dirty books
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They got your rebel flag on the wall
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Sign said Beer, Bait, and Ammo yeah
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You ask me they got it all.
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Well now when I walked in I can?t even begin
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To describe just what I smelled
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Lord was it the catfish bait or something Bubba had ate
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Was it them pickled eggs on the shelf
With a toothless grin he said son step right on in
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Make yourself right at home, I said no thank you man
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With a 12 pack of cans and I?ll be good to go.
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Yes they do.
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Sign said Beer, Bait, and Ammo yeah
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You ask me they got it all.
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