Bubba Jones

Bubba Jones was a good 'ole boy Lived back in the wood Drove a 4-wheel drive pickup Kept it running good Had a little 'ole 5-horse Mercury The thing was bad to smoke Spent his spare time fishing In a ten foot aluminum boat 'Cause there was a lot of money to be had For the man who caught the world record large-mouth bass Bubba had a dream one night Everything seemed surreal He caught a bass that weighed twenty-five pounds On a Zebco spinning reel He was getting anxious But he waited 'til the moon was right Loaded up his truck and boat Headed out before daylight He stopped for bologna and crackers and a little gas And he was off to catch a world record large-mouth bass He had a small fortune in plastic worms Auto fishing lures He's throwing them hard and throwing them long Nothing was doin' no good Then he looked inside his tackle box Seen a lure his grandpa made He tied it on and he let it go Over in a Cyprus shade He let it sit real still Wiggled it kinda slow Then it seemed like the whole lake exploded And it shook him down to his toes Bubba said mm Believe I got something here that might last It just might be the world record large-mouth bass But he knew he was in trouble Knew it was out of hand When it almost jerked him out of his boat That's when he swallowed his Redman And that 'ole bass came up on top of the water Started dancing on his tail And it sounded something like Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba Well it broke his line and blew his mind Then he started to shake But he finally got ahold of himself Had a little Gatorade Bubba was down and out, but he had class When he shook his fist and said "I'll be back for the world record large-mouth bass" Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, huh