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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. Chorus: 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. A D E A X2 Chorus: E Sign said Beer, Bait, and Ammo yeah A You ask me they got it all. ?'s [email protected]
Written by Kevin Fowler
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