Song about good'ol boys fishing the Lake of the Ozarks.
Independent Artist
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Lyrics
Verse 1
Well the sun came up over Lick Branch Cove,
Bubba backed his boat indidn’t check the tow.
His trailer popped loose and rolled away free,
Right down the ramp like it had somewhere to be.
Cletus yelled, “Bubba, that ain’t no good!
But Bubba just grinned sayin’ “She runs better in the wood!"
Chorus
It’s the Lake of the Ozarks Showdown, boys,
Cold beer, big lies, and too much noise.
We cast our lines and hope they bite,
Talk more trash than we do right.
Ain’t no trophy worth the fuss
Just braggin’ rights belong to us!
Verse 2
Now Earl swore up and down he’d win this year,
Bought a fancy rod and GPS gear.
But he fired that motor up a little too strong,
Spun himself in circles like a downhill hog.
We found him later driftin’ near the toll bridge pier,
Still hollerin’, “Ain’t nobody beatin’ me here!
[Solo]
Verse 3
Then Tiny showed up with a catfish tale,
Said he hooked somethin’ big as a jon boat sail.
But when he pulled the line with all his might,
Turned out his anchor’d been stuck all night!
We patted his back, tried not to laugh,
He said, “I knew that fish had a steel mustache!
Verse 4
Jimmy brought bait that he bought real cheap,
Said, “Guaranteed bites or I’ll kiss a sheep.
But the bait was glowin’ like UFO lights,
Scared every fish for a hundred-yard sight.
When Jimmy asked why he didn’t get a bite,
We said, “Son, fish don’t feed on things that bright!
Bridge
Well the women back home think we’re fools,
Burnt red noses and cold beer rules.
But once a year we all agree
A bad day fishin’s still better’n TV!
Chorus
It’s the Lake of the Ozarks Showdown, boys,
Cold beer, big lies, and too much noise.
We cast our lines and hope they bite,
Talk more trash than we do right.
Ain’t no trophy worth the fuss
Just braggin’ rights belong to us!
Outro
So when the sun goes down and the tall tales start,
We crown a champ with a proud old heart.
He didn’t catch much, but he drank the most
To the Ozark boysnow raise a toast!
