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From: davidb@efficient.com (David Byboth)

The Five Pound Bass
By Robert Earl Keen Jr.
>From the West Textures CD

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Up this morning

Before the sun
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Fixed me some coffee and a honey bun
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Jumped in my pickup
A
gave her the gas
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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 fising camp
Some out in the pup tents
Some out on the grass
They all be dreaming 'bout that five pound bass

Bridge:
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The early birdie always gets his worm
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Me I always get my wish
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When you're talking 'bout that five pound bass son
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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


   Guitar.....


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 baby...




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