"The Reel Bass Pro" lyrics

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 aint 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