Lyrics:

Up this morning

Before the sun

Fixed me some coffee and a honey bun

Jumped in my pickup

gave her the gas

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



The early birdie always gets his worm

Me I always get my wish

When you're talking 'bout that five pound bass son

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



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