Hillbilly Handfishin'

This old way of fishin's become a new hit Though sometimes I really don't get it And on a scale from one to eight How high could it possibly rate When you use your own appendages for bait Swimming around in muddy water while ya wait Now that's called fishin' With nothin' but ambition I've been fishin' more than a time or two Ended up with river mud on my shoe But always from the comfort of my waffled butt Sittin' on the milk crate from the back of my truck Now I've caught shad and used chicken guts Always said (come on fish) just for luck But I've never offered them my finger bone If that's what it takes I'll leave em' alone I like to watch them stretch my line And wonder if I'll get to my pole in time But I'll tip my hat to those who dare Both the water and maybe their blood to share Fishermen everywhere know it's true No matter the method the thrill captures you Just be careful who catches who ©Donna Jones