Beer Bait and Ammo
Mark Chesnutt Lyrics


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Well now, early one day,
I was on my way
To my favorite fishin' hole.
I was think I could sure use
Another bottle of booze
And my baits a runnin a little low,
Yeah and a box of twelve gauge
Would be all the rage
When I'm all liquered up and I'm feelin good
Well, just up the road
There's a place called bubba's,
Man he's got the goods

And the sign says, beer bait and ammo,
Yeah they got everything in between
They got anything any old beer-drinkin,
Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs
They got your fishin hooks,
They got your dirty books,
They got your rebel flag on the wall,
The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all.

Well when I walked in
I couldn't even begin
To describe just a what I smelled.
Lord was it the catfish bait,
Or something bubba had ate,
Or was it them pickled eggs on the shelf
With a toothless grin,
He said so step on in
And make yourself right at home
And I said no thank you man
Just a twelve pack of cans
And I'll be good to go

And the sign says, beer bait and ammo,
Yeah they got everything in between
They got anything any old beer-drinkin,
Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs
They got your fishin hooks,
They got your dirty books,
They got your rebel flag on the wall,
The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all.

Yes they do!

And the sign says, beer bait and ammo,
Yeah they got everything in between
They got anything any old beer-drinkin,
Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs
They got your fishin hooks,
They got your dirty books,
They got your rebel flag on the wall,
The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all.





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Overall Meaning

"Beer Bait and Ammo" is a humorous song by Mark Chesnutt that tells the story of a man on his way to go fishing, who realizes he needs some additional supplies before he can hit his favorite fishing hole. The man finds a store called Bubba's, which is advertised as having "beer bait and ammo," and decides to stop in. The song goes on to describe the store as having everything a "beer-drinkin, hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs," including fishing hooks, dirty books, and a rebel flag on the wall. Despite being offered pickled eggs and feeling overwhelmed by the smell of catfish bait, the man leaves with a twelve pack of cans and a sense of satisfaction.


The song is a tongue-in-cheek tribute to a certain type of Southern lifestyle, one in which hunting, fishing, and drinking beers are essential components. However, it also pokes fun at the stereotypical redneck persona, with its descriptions of Bubba's as a slightly seedy establishment with toothless patrons and questionable smells. Overall, the song is a lighthearted celebration of the joys of fishing and beer-drinking, and a humorous commentary on the culture that surrounds those activities.


Line by Line Meaning

Well now, early one day, I was on my way To my favorite fishin' hole.
One day at sunrise, I was heading to my go-to spot to fish.


I was thinkin' I could sure use Another bottle of booze And my baits a runnin' a little low,
I was considering getting more alcohol and my bait supply was getting scarce.


Yeah and a box of twelve gauge Would be all the rage When I'm all liquered up and I'm feelin good
And buying a box of twelve-gauge shells would be great when I'm drunk and happy.


Well just up the road There's a place called bubba's Man he's got the goods
There's a store named Bubba's close by, and it has what I need.


And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin, Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your rebel flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all.
The store provides beer, fishing supplies, and ammunition, along with other items that any redneck might want, such as fishing hooks, books, and a rebel flag.


Well when I walked in I couldn't even begin To describe just a what I smelled.
As soon as I entered the store, I was unable to identify the odor.


Lord was it the catfish bait, Or something bubba had ate, Or was it them pickled eggs on the shelf
I couldn't determine whether the smell was coming from the catfish bait, something Bubba ate, or the pickled eggs on display.


With a toothless grin, He said so step on in And make yourself right at home
Bubba greeted me with a toothless smile and urged me to feel comfortable.


And I said no thank you man Just a twelve pack of cans And I'll be good to go
I declined his invitation and requested only a 12-pack of canned beer, intending to leave afterwards.


Yes they do!
Indeed, Bubba's store has everything a redneck may need.




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