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 © | Year Posted 2015

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