The Five Pound Bass Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

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 

That's a five pound bass son 

Aw it's big as a god damned baby