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Song: Beer, Bait and Ammo
By: Kevin Fowler
Beer, Bait, and Ammo
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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
A
My baits a’ runnin a little low
Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage
D
I’m all liquored up and I’m feelin’ good
E
Well just down 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
Yeah 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
A
Well now when I walked in I cain’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 those pickled eggs on the shelf
Yeah with a toothless grin he said boy step right on in
D E
Make yourself right at home, I said no, no, no thank you man
A
With a 12 pack of cans and I’ll be good to go
And the sign said…
(repeat chorus)
solo
(repeat chorus)
Thanks to those folks who wrote me and gave me the right words to
that one part in this song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eddie Garcia
**Keepin' it Country**
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