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[Verse 1]
D                                                G
The smell of an old two-stroke on a twelve-foot boat
                      D
Early mornin' on the river
D
Frost on a calm-cut field and a white-tail
A
Runnin' in mid-November
D
A blaze-orange cap layin' up on my dash
        G                     D
Slow ridin' down an old farm road
D                                   A              D
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro


[Chorus]
           D
There's a little slice of heaven
                              G                       D
That I shot that eleven-point buck with a double-drop tine
         D
And you oughta see a Whopper Plopper on the top water
       A
Come Saturday at sunrise
   D
Everybody who knows me damn sure knows
           G                   D
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
                              A              D
That's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro


[Verse 2]
              D
There ain't nothin' like the smell of bacon on the griddle
       G                       D
In a duck blind, first of the year
            D
Yeah, it's cut 'em all, high five, green heads hit the water
           A
Then it's time for an ice-cold beer
           D
Thank the good Lord for the great outdoors
              G                    D
And Johnny Morris for the fishin' poles
                                    A              D
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro


[Chorus]
           D
There's a little slice of heaven
                              G                       D
That I shot that eleven-point buck with a double-drop tine
         D
And you oughta see a Whopper Plopper on the top water
       A
Come Saturday at sunrise
   D
Everybody who knows me damn sure knows
           G                   D
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
                              A              D
That's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro


[Break]
G G G G
D D D D
G G G G
Em Em
A A A A
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[Bridge]
        D
Drop a line in the water, drop a bullet in the gun
         D
Drop a Mercury on a Tracker if you wanna have fun


[Chorus]
         D
Cause there's a little slice of heaven
                              G                       D
That I shot that eleven-point buck with a double-drop tine
         D
And you oughta see a Whopper Plopper on the top water
       A
Come Saturday at sunrise
   D
Everybody who knows me damn sure knows
           G                   D
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
                              A              D
That's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro
        D
Yeah, there's a little slice of heaven
                              G                       D
That I shot that eleven-point buck with a double-drop tine
         D
And you oughta see a Whopper Plopper on the top water
       A
Come Saturday at sunrise
      D
Everybody who knows me damn sure knows
           G                   D
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
                              A              D
That's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro
                                     A             D
Yeah, that's the real truck, duck, buck, and Bass Pro