Gone Fishing

I’m up early in the mornin', 'fore the rooster crows
I got my boat all shined up, I got all of my poles
Headed to my spot while the still hot, man it’s all I know
I’ll be flippin' and a rippin' and big lip flippin' until it’s time to go
'Til it’s time to go
My Mercury’s cranked before the sun starts beamin' (Yes sir)
Tide back and forth like a school yard swingin' (Come on)
Throttle laid flat so my back ends leanin'
Glidin' through the lake in a shined up Phoenix
I’m built Futch tough like a brand new tractor
Fitzgerald in my hand so the weather’s no factor
Bass Mafia Family, Bobcat grates
Motor got hush hush, lake to lake
Rippin' lips top water with a donkey on the David
Cuttin' through the lilies like a mower from Gravely
My Texas rig worm in the water’s an assassin
Seaguar line, Stunner HD I’m castin'
My Garmin gets me everywhere, Owner hooks settin'
Greenfish Tackle if you want to start bettin'
Big money, small town boy makes sense
So I’m pushin' all my chips on my man Cliff Prince
Come on
I’m up early in the mornin', 'fore the rooster crows
I got my boat all shined up, I got all of my poles
Headed to my spot while the still hot, man it’s all I know
I’ll be flippin' and a rippin' and big lip flippin' until it’s time to go
'Til it’s time to go
I come from the swamp where the river stays bendin' (Ha ha)
Gators in the grass but your boy’s still swimmin' (Come on)
Country to the core, Charlie Daniels in the speakers
And we roam barefoot, we don’t need no sneakers
Tackle box loaded always ready to ride
I know these waters like my mammy so I need no guide
Now them hoot owls are talkin' I ain’t missin' a bite
When the sun starts droppin' time to find me a fight
Flippin' in the high grass baby on the tack
At the end of the day I’m prolly throwin' 'em back
It’s in my blood like plasma, my bones like marrow
Pirate on the river redneck Jack Sparrow
Meet me at the dock so we can weigh my fish
Been settin' hooks so long I think I broke my wrist
Shout out to river rats and the bass we seek (What up)
Brahma Bull and Wess Nyle fishin' Moccasin Creek
Come on
I’m up early in the mornin', 'fore the rooster crows
I got my boat all shined up, I got all of my poles
Headed to my spot while the still hot, man it’s all I know
I’ll be flippin' and a rippin' and big lip flippin' until it’s time to go
'Til it’s time to go
'Til it’s time to go, yeah