作曲 : Fowler Well now early one day I was a-on my way To my favorite fishin hole I's a thinking I could sure use Another bottle of booze My baits a-runnin a little low Yeah and a box of twelve gauge would be all the rage When I'm all liquered up and I'm feeling 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 a-anything any old Beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs They got your fishing hooks Got your dirty books Got your rebel flag on the wall Sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah you ask me they got it all Well now when a- I walked in I can't a-even begin To describe just what I smelt Lord was it the catfish bait Or something bubba had ate Was it those pickeled 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 Just a twelve pack of cans And I'll be good to go And the sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah they got everything in between Yeah they got a-anything any old Beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs They got your fishing hooks Got your dirty books Got your rebel flag on the wall Sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah you ask me they got it all And the sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah they got everything in between Yeah they got a-anything any old Beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs They got your fishing hooks Got your dirty books Got your rebel flag on the wall Sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah you ask me they got it all And the sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah they got everything in between Yeah they got a-anything any old Beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs They got your fishing hooks Got your dirty books Got your rebel flag on the wall Sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah you ask me they got it all
作曲 : Fowler Well now early one day I was a-on my way To my favorite fishin hole I's a thinking I could sure use Another bottle of booze My baits a-runnin a little low Yeah and a box of twelve gauge would be all the rage When I'm all liquered up and I'm feeling 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 a-anything any old Beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs They got your fishing hooks Got your dirty books Got your rebel flag on the wall Sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah you ask me they got it all Well now when a- I walked in I can't a-even begin To describe just what I smelt Lord was it the catfish bait Or something bubba had ate Was it those pickeled 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 Just a twelve pack of cans And I'll be good to go And the sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah they got everything in between Yeah they got a-anything any old Beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs They got your fishing hooks Got your dirty books Got your rebel flag on the wall Sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah you ask me they got it all And the sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah they got everything in between Yeah they got a-anything any old Beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs They got your fishing hooks Got your dirty books Got your rebel flag on the wall Sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah you ask me they got it all And the sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah they got everything in between Yeah they got a-anything any old Beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs They got your fishing hooks Got your dirty books Got your rebel flag on the wall Sign said beer bait and ammo Yeah you ask me they got it all
