[Verse 1]
The smell of an old two-stroke on a twelve-foot boat
Early mornin' on the river
Frost on a calm-cut field and a white-tail
Runnin' in mid-November
A blaze-orange cap layin' up on my dash
Slow ridin' down an old farm road
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro
[Chorus]
There's a little slice of heaven
That I shot that eleven-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 twenty foot high in a tall white oak
That's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro
[Verse 2]
There ain't nothin' 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
The smell of an old two-stroke on a twelve-foot boat
Early mornin' on the river
Frost on a calm-cut field and a white-tail
Runnin' in mid-November
A blaze-orange cap layin' up on my dash
Slow ridin' down an old farm road
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro
[Chorus]
There's a little slice of heaven
That I shot that eleven-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 twenty foot high in a tall white oak
That's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro
[Verse 2]
There ain't nothin' 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
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