Beer, Bait and Ammo - Kevin 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