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 ain't 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
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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
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Yeah