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The smell of an old two-stroke on a 12-foot boat early morning on the river Frost on a calm cut field and a white tail running in mid-November A blaze orange cap laying up on my dash, slow riding down an old farm road Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro There's a little slice of heaven That I shot that 11-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 20 foot high in a tall white oak That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro There aint nothing 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 There's a little slice of heaven That I shot that 11-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 20 foot high in a tall white oak That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro SongtexteDrop a line in the water, drop a bullet in the gun Drop a Mercury on a Tracker if you wanna have fun 'Cause there's a little slice of heaven That I shot that 11-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 20 foot high in a tall white oak That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro Yeah, there's a little slice of heaven That I shot that 11-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 20 foot high in a tall white oak That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro Aus Songtexte Mania