But John was a good old boy, lived back in the wood
Drove a four-wheel drive pickup, kept it running good
Had a little old five-horse Mercury, the thing was bad to smoke
Spent his spare time fishing in a ten-foot-long boat
There was a lot of money to be had
For the man who caught the world record in largemouth bats
Bubba had a dream one night, everything seemed surreal
He caught a bass that weighed twenty-five pounds
And was zip-go spinning real
He was getting anxious, but he waited till the moon was right
Loaded up his truck and boat, headed out before daylight
He stopped for bologna and crackers and a little gas
And he was off for a ride, and he said,
To catch a world record
Much, much
He had a small fortune in plastic wines
Auto-official lures
He's throwing them hard and throwing them long
Nothing was doing no good
Then he looked inside his tackle bar
Seen a lure his grandpa made
He tied it on and he let it go
Over in a cypress shade
He let it set real still
Wiggled it kinda slow
He let it set real still
Then it seemed like the whole lake exploded
And it shook him down to his toes
Mother said, hmm
Believe I got something here
That might last
It just might be the world record
Lord's Mouth Bass
But he knew that he was in trouble
Knew it was out of hand
When it almost took him out of his boat
That's when he swallowed his red man
And then that old bass came up on top of the water
Started dancing on his tail
And it sounded something like
Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba
Well, he broke his line and blew his mind
Then he started to shake
But he finally got a hold of himself
Had a little bit of hate
Bubba was down and out, but he had class
When he shook his fist and said, I'll be back
By the world record, large mouth bass
By the world record, large mouth bass