Beer Bait and Ammo

Well now, early one day,

I was on my way

To my favorite fishin' hole.

I was think I could sure use

Another bottle of booze

And my baits a runnin a little low,

Yeah and a box of twelve gauge

Would be all the rage

When I'm all liquered up and I'm feelin good

Well, just up the road

There's a place called bubba's,

Man he's got the goods

And the sign says, beer bait and ammo,

Yeah they got everything in between

They got anything any old beer-drinkin,

Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs

They got your fishin hooks,

They got your dirty books,

They got your rebel flag on the wall,

The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all.

Well when I walked in

I couldn't even begin

To describe just a what I smelled.

Lord was it the catfish bait,

Or something bubba had ate,

Or was it them pickled eggs on the shelf

With a toothless grin,

He said so step on in

And make yourself right at home

And I said no thank you man

Just a twelve pack of cans

And I'll be good to go

And the sign says, beer bait and ammo,

Yeah they got everything in between

They got anything any old beer-drinkin,

Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs

They got your fishin hooks,

They got your dirty books,

They got your rebel flag on the wall,

The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all.

Yes they do!

And the sign says, beer bait and ammo,

Yeah they got everything in between

They got anything any old beer-drinkin,

Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs

They got your fishin hooks,

They got your dirty books,

They got your rebel flag on the wall,

The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all.

Walk it!