Robert Earl Keen - The Five Pound Ba** lyrics

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 ba** 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 gra** They all be dreaming 'bout that five pound ba** The early birdie always gets his worm Me I always get my wish When you're talking 'bout that five pound ba** 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 gla** Ready here I come you five pound ba** I find a perfect spot Some old dead trees Back in a canyon where you cain't feel no breeze I tie my lure I make my cast It's breakfast time you five pound ba** 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 ba** Spoken: That's a five pound ba** son Aw it's big as a god damned baby