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 bait?s runnin? a little low Yea and a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage when I?m all liquored up and feelin? good Well just down the road there?s 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?, bonafide redneck needs They got your fishin? hooks they got your dirty books, they got your rebel flag on the wall 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: Chorus Go to Key of Chorus