Tom: A
Intro: A D E A
A
Well now early one day I was on my way
D
To my favorite fishin' hole
E
I's a 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.
Chorus:
A
And the sign say's 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 say's Beer, Bait, and Ammo yeah
A
You ask me they got it all.
steel guitar solo: 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
Just a 12 pack of cans and I'll be good to go.
Chorus:
Yes they do.
Guitar/fiddle/steel guitar solos: A D E A X2
Chorus:
E
Sign said Beer, Bait, and Ammo yeah
A
You ask me they got it all.
