Costa glasses on my nose,
truck pointed down the road,
plastic worms and rods and reels,
coolers full, you know the deal.

Headed for some clear fresh water,
down on the Texas, Mexico border,
6 hours out of eddy county,
those bass are big and have a bounty.

Boat gassed up and backed on in,
ready to fight, hand to fin,
High-speed cruise to Evans creek,
down in the water, green silver streaks.

Trolling motor down and bait tied on
reach back and cast it long,
tequila worm, purple and black,
feel the line and rake up the slack.

Work it in, and cast it out,
feel a bite. Fish on I shout,
love the fight, feel the rush,
8-pound bass pulled out of the brush.

One of many for the trip,
pose for a picture, my buddies flip,
comments on Facebook all jealousy,
I reply should have come with me.