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