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