Mark Chesnutt

^A Well now early one day I was on my way
To my ^D favorite fishin? hole
I?s thinkin? ^E I could sure use another bottle of booze
My baits a runnin? a little ^A low
Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage
And I?m all ^D liquored up and I?m feelin? good
Well ^E just up the road there was a place called Bubba?s
Man he?s got the ^A goods.
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^A And the sign said Beer, Bait, and Ammo yeah
They got ^D everything in between
They got ^E anything any old beer drinkin?
Hell-raisin bonified redneck n ^A eeds
They got your fishin? hooks they got your dirty books
They got your ^D rebel flag on the wall
Sign said ^E Beer, Bait, and Ammo yeah
You ask me they got it ^A all.
^{E A} Well now when ^A I walked in I can?t even begin
To ^D describe just what I smelled
Lord was it the ^E catfish bait or something Bubba had ate
Was it them pickled eggs on the ^A shelf
With a toothless grin he said son step right on in
^D Make yourself right at home, I said ^E no thank you man
With a 12 pack of cans and I?ll be good to ^A go.
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Yes they do.
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^E Sign said Beer, Bait, and Ammo yeah
You ask me they got it ^A all.