The Five Pound Bass

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 ba*s 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 gra*s They all be dreaming 'bout that five pound ba*s The early birdie always gets his worm Me, I always get my wish When you're talking 'bout that five pound ba*s 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 gla*s Says, "Ready here I come you five pound ba*s" I find a perfect spot, some old dead trees Back in a canyon where you can't feel no breeze I tie my lure, I make my cast It's breakfast time you five pound ba*s 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 ba*s That's a five pound ba*s son It's big as a god damned baby