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Well now early one day I was on my way 
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To my favorite fishin' hole 
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I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze 
                            A5 
My baits a' runnin a little low 
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Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage 
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I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good 
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Well just down the road there was a place called Bubba's 
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Man, he's got the goods 


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And the sign said beer, bait, and ammo, yeah 
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They got everything in between 
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Yeah they got anything any old beer drinkin' 
                              A5 
Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs 
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They got your fishin' hooks they got your dirty books 
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They got your rebel flag on the wall 
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Sign said beer, bait, and ammo, yeah 
                       A5 
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 
 
 
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