Early one day I was on my way
to my favorite fishing hole
I was thinkin' I could use
another bottle of booze
My bait was a -runnin' low
A box of 12 -gauge would be all the rage
I'm juiced up and feelin' good
Well, just down the road
there's a place called Bubba's
And he's really got the good
And the sign said beer, bait, and ammo,
yeah, they got everything in between
They got everything in the old beer drinkin'
hill raisin' bonafide redneck knees
They got your fishin' hooks,
they got your censored books,
they got your rebel flag on the wall
Beer, bait, and ammo,
yeah, you ask me
They got it all
Now when I walked in,
I can't even begin
To describe just what I smelled
Was it the catfish bait,
or something Bubba ate,
or those pickled eggs on the shelf?
With a toothless grin, he said, Step right in,
make yourself a ridin' home
I said, No, thank you, man,
just a twelve -pack of cans,
and I'll be ready to go
And the sign said beer,
bait, and ammo,
yeah, they got everything in between
They got everything,
any old beer -drinking,
hell -raising, bonafide, redneck needs
They got your fishing hooks,
they got your censored books,
they got your rebel flag on the wall
Beer, bait, and ammo, yeah,
if you ask me, they got it all
And the sign said, beer, bait, and ammo
Yeah, they got everything in between
They got everything any
old beer drinkin'
Herald rays and borrowed redneck needs
They got your fishing books,
they got your censored books
They got your rebel flag on the wall
Beer, bait, and ammo, if you ask me
They got it all
Science and beer, bait and ammo, yeah