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🎣 Everything But A Bass 🎣
Every fisherman has that one buddy with a “can’t miss” secret spot. You know the guy—he’s got tournament connections, insider information, and a foolproof plan that’s guaranteed to put winning fish in the boat, music by suno.com.
This song is about what happens when that plan catches everything in the lake… except a bass.
From secret countdowns and jigging spoons to drum, hybrids, blue cats, “Everything But A Bass” is a humorous country fishing story about chasing the perfect tip, believing every word, and ending up with nothing but laughs and another fish tale to tell.
If you’ve ever spent all day on the water following somebody else’s advice, this one’s for you.

Called my buddy, said we’re after ’em Friday night
He said, “Man, I got some information dynamite”
“Can’t tell you over the phone, somebody might be listening in”
“Roll up the windows, pull over, let me tell you where to begin”
He looked both ways before he cracked a grin
Said, “Bas Club ain’t got a chance this weekend”
“Got this from a tournament guy that always cashes checks”
“Just do exactly what I say and you’ll be cashing one next”
We had a secret spot, a secret bait, a secret master plan
Secret countdown numbers passed from fisherman to man
Every time we thought we’d found the winning fish at last
We caught a drum, a hybrid, a blue cat… everything but a bas
Yeah that inside scoop sure sounded mighty sweet
But all we really caught was another story to repeat
We worked that lake from sundown till dark and laughed our tails off fast
Catching drum, hybrid, blue cats… everything but a bas
Twenty-five yards off the dam, twenty-five off the rocks
Drop a jigging spoon straight down and hit that Spot-Lock
I said, “We ain’t never thrown one of those before”
He said, “That’s exactly why they’re gonna wear ’em out for sure”
“Don’t cast it, let it sink, count seven to the floor”
I dropped it down and hooked into something with some force
I yelled, “Get the net! This feels like a smallmouth to me!”
It rolled beside the boat…
Well dang, it was a drum the size of Tennessee
We had a secret spot, a secret bait, a secret master plan
Secret countdown numbers passed from fisherman to man
Every time we thought we’d found the winning fish at last
We caught a drum, a hybrid, a blue cat… everything but a bas
He said, “Count to eight this time, that’s where the magic starts”
Soon another rod was doubled over nearly breaking apart
“Take your time, don’t horse him, let him wear himself out”
I saw silver flash beside the boat and started to shout
I said, “That’s gotta be the one we’ve been looking for all day!”
Then it hit the net and all my hopes just floated away
My buddy shook his head and laughed until he nearly cried
‘Cause the next big secret bas turned out to be a hybrid
Then I hooked one so hard I couldn’t even move the rod
I whispered, “Act hung up, those guys are watching from the rocks”
We eased it to the boat like we were landing state-record class
And hiding in the shadows was a twenty-pound blue cat
Sent a text to our secret source asking what went wrong
He said, “Move fifty yards down and keep doing the same thing, boys”
We had a secret spot, a secret bait, a secret master plan
Secret countdown numbers passed from fisherman to man
Every time we thought we’d found the winning fish at last
We caught a drum, a hybrid, a blue cat… everything but a bas
That old tournament genius had us chasing fishing ghosts
While every fish in Pickwick Lake came swimming to our boat
No trophy at the weigh-in, no picture for the glass
Just a truckload full of memories and everything but a bas
I said, “Maybe next time let’s trust ourselves instead”
My buddy laughed and nodded as we headed home instead
Skipped the weigh-in altogether, called it quits and hit the gas
‘Cause some nights all you’re gonna catch
Is everything but a bas.