Lyrics: Robert Earl Keen. The Five Pound Bass.

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 fishing 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
Says, "Ready here I come you five pound bass"

I find 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 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
It's big as a god damned baby