Bubba Jones

Bubba Jones was a good ol' boy

Lived back in the woods

Drove a four-wheel drive pickup

Kept it running good

Had a little ol' five-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 25 pounds

On a Zebco spinning reel

He was getting anxious

But he waited 'til the moon was right

He 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 'em hard and throwing 'em 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 Red Man

And that ol' 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