Beer, Bait And Ammo

By Kevin Fowler Tabbed By Larry Mofle [email protected] Well now early one day I was on my way To my favorite fishin' hole I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze My baits a' runnin a little low Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good Well just down the road there was a place called Bubba's Man, he's got the goods And the sign said beer, bait, and ammo, yeah They got everything in between Yeah 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 Sign said 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 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 Chorus Chorus