I Got the Fishing Time Blues
as I tap Tap my foot
on my boat
while my fishing pole
lays in the water
and my bobbin afloat
a hat upon my head
to keep the sun off
I said,
look at the big bass
that fish won't last
he will be my supper tonight
Oh just look other bite,
I got the fishing time blues
this lake is calm
and a chill in the air
the sun going down
but I don't care
I got 5 poles all bated
and ready to catch that big
bass I nic named Fredie
I got the fishing time blues.
Copyright © Sharlotte Newan | Year Posted 2015
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