The Reel Bass Pro

The smell of an old two-stroke on a 12-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 11 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 20-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 11 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 20-foot high in a tall white oak

That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro

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 11 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 20-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 11 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 20-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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