"Gone Fishing" lyrics

I'm up early in the mornin'
Fore' the rooster crows
I got my boat all shined up
I got all of my poles
Headed to my spot while the bite's still hot
Man, it's all I know
I'll be flippin' and a rippin'
Big lip grippin' til' it's time to go
Til' it's time to go

My mercury is cranked before the sun starts beamin'
Tide back an' forth like a school yard swingin'
Throttle laid flat so the back ends leanin'
Gliding through the wake in a shined up Phoenix
I'm built Futch tough like a brand new tractor
Fitzgerald in my hand so the weather's no factor
BASS Mafia family. Bob Jack Plates
Motor guide hush hush, Lake to Lake
Rippin lips top water with a donkey on the daily
Cuttin' through the lillies like a mower from Gravely
My Texas rigged worm in the water's an assassin
Seaguar line... Stunner HD I'm castin'
My Garmin gets me everywhere, owner hooks settin'
Greenfish tackle if you wanna start bettin'
Big money, small town boy makes sense
So I'm pushing all my chips on my man Cliff Prince

I'm up early in the mornin'
Fore' the rooster crows
I got my boat all shined up
I got all of my poles
Headed to my spot while the bite's still hot
Man, it's all I know
I'll be flippin' and a rippin'
Big lip grippin' til' it's time to go
Til' it's time to go

I come from the swamp where the river stays bending
Gators in the grass but your boy's still swimmin'
Country to the core, Charlie Daniels in the speakers
Where we roam barefooted we don't need no sneakers
Tackle box loaded, always ready to ride
I klnow these waters like my mammy, so I need no guide
Now them hoot owls are talkin', I ain't missing the bite
When the sun starts droppin' time to find me a fight
Flippin in the high grass baby, on the attack
And at the end of the day I'm probably throwing em' back
It's in my blood like plasma, my bones like marrow
Pirate on the river, redneck Jack Sparrow
Meet me at the dock so we can weigh my fish
Been settin' hooks so long I think I broke my wrist
Shout out to river rats and the bass we seek
Brahma Bull and Wess Nyle fishing Moccasin Creek

I'm up early in the mornin'
Fore' the rooster crows
I got my boat all shined up
I got all of my poles
Headed to my spot while the bite's still hot
Man, it's all I know
I'll be flippin' and a rippin'
Big lip grippin' til' it's time to go
Til' it's time to go...