Up this morning Before the sun Fixed me some coffee and a honey bun Jumped in my pickup gave her the gas I'm goin' out to catch a five pound bass
Down by the lake side Just off the ramp All them people sleeping in their fishing camp Some out in the pup tents Some out on the grass They all be dreaming 'bout that five pound bass
The early birdie always gets his worm Me I always get my wish When you're talking 'bout that five pound bass son The early wormy gets the fish
Jumped in my john boat I stow my gear I fire her up and when I am in the clear I sail across that water As smooth as glass Ready here I come you five pound bass
I find a perfect spot Some old dead trees Back in a canyon where you cain't feel no breeze I tie my lure I make my cast It's breakfast time you five pound bass
That old sun is rising That water is clear I watch my lure as it's flying through the air I see a ripple I hear a splash Lord have mercy, It's a five pound bass
[Spoken:] That's a five pound bass son Aw it's big as a god damned babyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
