G C
Well now early one day I was on my way to my favorite fishin? hole
D G
I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze, my bait?s runnin? a little low
G C
Yea and a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage when I?m all liquored up and feelin? good
D G
Well just down the road there?s a place called Bubba?s, man he?s got the goods
G C
And the sign said beer, bait, and ammo, yeah they got everything in between
D G
Yeah they got anything any old beer drinkin?, hell raisin?, bonafide redneck needs
G C
They got your fishin? hooks they got your dirty books, they got your rebel flag on the wall
D G
Sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah, you ask me they got it all
Well now when I walked in I can?t even begin to describe just what I smelled
Lord was it the catfish bait or something Bubba had ate
Or was it those pickled eggs on the shelf
Yeah, with a toothless grin he said boy come on in
And make yourself right at home, I said no, no, no thank you man
With a 12 pack of cans and I?ll be good to go
And the sign said:
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