That's What They're Bitin On
You take a turned around camouflage trucker ball cap,|Smell of diesel fuel from a chromed out stack.|A little touch of Stetson and an old carhart.|Just an itty bitty shortcut straight to her heart||That's what they're biting on, all day long!|Tricked out tractors and them country songs!|That's what they're biting on, reel 'em on in.|Set that hook and let the party begin!|That's what they're biting on!||Well she used to be a slicked up city kind of girl|Then I got her 'round the bonfire, and sang a little Merle|She sure perked up when she heard my turkey call|And I think she fell in love when she heard my southern drawl||That's what they're biting on, all day long!|Tricked out tractors and them country songs!|That's what they're biting on, reel 'em on in.|Set that hook and let the party begin!|That's what they're biting on!|All day long||Toes in the mud|Blanket on a bank|How's that for y'all power bait||That's what they're biting on, all day long!|Tricked out tractors and them country songs!|That's what they're biting on, reel 'em on in.|Set that hook and let the party begin!|That's what they're biting on!|That's what they're biting on!||Sit on this boat... give me that worm, ha ha|