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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 was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze
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My baits a' runnin a little low
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Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage
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I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good
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Well just down 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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Yeah 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 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
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
Was it those pickled eggs on the shelf
Yeah, with a toothless grin he said boy step right on in
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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