(Kevin Fowler)

Well, now early one day I was on my way to my favorite fishin' hole
I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze, my bait's runnin' a little low
Yea, and a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage when I'm all liquored up and feelin' good
Well, just down the road there's a place called Bubba's, man he's got the goods.

Chorus:
And the sign said beer, bait, and ammo, yeah, they got everything in between
Yeah, they got anything any old beer drinkin', hell raisin', bonafide redneck needs
They got your fishin' hooks they got your dirty books, they got your rebel flag on the wall
Sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah, you ask me they got it all.

Well, now when I walked in I can't even begin to describe just what I smelled
Lord, was it the catfish bait or something Bubba had ate
Or was it those pickled eggs on the shelf
Yeah, with a toothless grin he said boy come on in
And make yourself right at home, I said no, no, no thank you man
With a 12 pack of cans and I'll be good to go.

And the sign said:

Chorus:
And the sign said beer, bait, and ammo, yeah, they got everything in between
Yeah they got anything any old beer drinkin', hell raisin', bonafide redneck needs
They got your fishin' hooks they got your dirty books, they got your rebel flag on the wall
Sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah, you ask me they got it all.

Chorus:
And the sign said beer, bait, and ammo, yeah, they got everything in between
Yeah, they got anything any old beer drinkin', hell raisin', bonafide redneck needs
They got your fishin' hooks they got your dirty books, they got your rebel flag on the wall
Sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah, you ask me they got it all...