Robert Earl Keen
Robert Earl Keen
Robert Earl Keen
Robert Earl Keen
Robert Earl Keen
Robert Earl Keen
Robert Earl Keen
Robert Earl Keen
Robert Earl Keen
Ladies and gentlemen, the five pound bass
Up this mornin' before the sun
Fixed me some coffee and a honey bun
Jumped in the pickup, gave 'er the gas
I'm goin' out to catch a five pound bass
Down by the lakeside, just off the ramp
All them people sleepin' in their fishin' camps
Some in the pup tent, some out on the grass
They've all been dreamin' 'bout that five pound bass
Early birdy always gets his worm
Me, I always get my wish
When you're talkin' 'bout that five pound bass son
Thе early wormy gets the fish
Jump in my john boat, I storе my gear
I fire up and when I am in the clear
I sail across that water as smooth as glass
It's ready, here I come you five pound bass
I find a perfect a perfect spot, some old dead trees
Back in a canyon where you can't feel no breeze
I tie my lure, I make my cast
It's breakfast time you five pound bass
That old sun is risin' that water's clear
I watch my lure as it's flyin through the air
I see a ripple (ohhhhhh)
I hear a splash
Lord have mercy, it's a five pound
Bass
Son, that's a five pound-
Oh, it looks like a, toaster
Ah, that's a five pound bass, yeah