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, 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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