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.