Bear, Bait, And Ammo Lyrics - Kevin Fowler

Beer, Bait And Ammo By Kevin Fowler 

Well now early one day I was on my way 

To my favorite fishin' hole 

I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze 

My baits a' runnin a little low 

Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage 

I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' 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 anything any old beer drinkin' 

Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs 

They got your fishin' hooks they got your dirty books 

They got your rebel flag on the wall 

Sign said 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 

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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