The Reel Bass Pro

The smell of an old two stroke on a twelve foot boat
Early morning on the river
Frost on a calm cut field and a white tail running in mid November
A blaze orange cap laying up on my dash
Slow riding down an old farm road
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro

There's a little slice of heaven
That I shot that eleven point buck with a double drop tine
And you oughta see a Whopper Plopper on the top water
Come Saturday at sunrise
Everybody who knows me, damn sure knows
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro

There ain't nothing like the smell of bacon on the griddle
In a duck blind, first of the year
Yeah, it's cut 'em all, high five, green heads hit the water
Then it's time for an ice cold beer
Thank the good lord for the great outdoors
And Johnny Morris for the fishin' poles
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro

There's a little slice of heaven
That I shot that eleven point buck with a double drop tine
And you oughta see a Whopper Plopper on the top water
Come Saturday at sunrise
Everybody who knows me, damn sure knows
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro

I'ma drop a line in the water, drop a bullet in the gun
Drop a Mercury on a Tracker if you wanna have fun

'Cause there's a little slice of heaven
That I shot that eleven point buck with a double drop tine
And you oughta see a Whopper Plopper on the top water
Come Saturday at sunrise
Everybody who knows me, damn sure knows
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro

Yeah, there's a little slice of heaven
That I shot that eleven point buck with a double drop tine
And you oughta see a Whopper Plopper on the top water
Come Saturday at sunrise
Everybody who knows me, damn sure knows
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro
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