Talking Fishing Blues
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Something grabbed my hook and it got my bait
And it jerked me out in the middle of the lake
Some jump  I got sunk
Baptized on credit
Fishing down on the muddy bank
Felt a pull and give a big yank
I hauled out three old rubber boots
And a Ford radiator and a Chevrolet coupe
Handed it in for National Defence
Setting in a boat with a bucket of beer
And I hadn't caught nothing but I didn't much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
I had my little lady right by my side
Taking it easy  just a-waiting
Worm been gone off that hook for couple hours
You go fishing   I'll tell you what to do
You go set down by the grassy slough
Take a piece of string and tie it on your pole
And throw it way out in the middle of the hole
Find you a good shade tree and then just set down
Go to sleep  forget all about it
Jumped in the river and went down deep
There was a hundred pound catfish lying there asleep
Jumped on his back and rode him into town
Saddled him up and I come to town
People came running  looking
Dogs a-barking  kids a-squalling
Stagnate water's a stinking thing
Slick on top and all turned green
When the water goes bad  the fish all run
Sit all day and not catch a-one
Cept old rubber boots  you gots few little suckers
I waded out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big alligator gar
Brung him home across my back
Tail was dragging a mile and a half
Flipping and flopping
Sold him for a quarter
Shot craps  got in jail
Early one morning  I took me a notion
To go out a-fishing in the middle of the ocean
Throwed out my line  I caught me a shark
I didn't get him home til way past dark
He a man-eater  tough customer
Just wasn't quite tough enough
Late last night I had me a dream
I was out fishing in a whiskey stream
Baited my hook with apple-jack
Threw out a drink and bring a gallon back
Done pretty good til the creek run dry
So I gave my fish back to the finance company