E Up this morning Before the sun Bm Fixed me some coffee and a honey bun E Jumped in my pickup A gave her the gas E Bm E Iʼm goinʼ 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 ʼbout that five pound bass Bridge: A The early birdie always gets his worm E Me I always get my wish A When youʼre talking ʼbout that five pound bass son E Bm 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 cainʼt feel no breeze I tie my lure I make my cast Itʼs breakfast time you five pound bass That old sun is rising That water is clear I watch my lure as itʼs flying through the air I see a ripple... I hear a splash... Lord have mercy, Itʼs a five pound bass.. Thatʼs a five pound bass son... Aw itʼs big as a god damned baby...
