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Well now early one day I was on my way to my favorite fishin' hole 
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I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze, my bait's runnin' a little low 
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Yea and a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage when I'm all liquored up and feelin' good 
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Well just down the road there's a place called Bubba's, man he's got the goods 

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And the sign said beer, bait, and ammo, yeah they got everything in between 
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Yeah they got anything any old beer drinkin', hell raisin', bonafide redneck needs 
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They got your fishin' hooks they got your dirty books, they got your rebel flag on the wall 
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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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