Talking Fishing Blues lyrics

by

Buck 65


I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And j*rked me out in the middle of the lake
Huh, it was some jump boy
I got sunk, kinda baptized on credit

Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I drug out three old rubber boots
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
(Nothin' but Junk so I handed it in for National Defence)

Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nothin' but didn't much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little woman right by my side
(Takin' it easy, just waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple of hours)
(I was busy)

When you go fishin', tell y' what to do
Go set down by the grassy dew
Take a piece of string, tie it on yo' pole
Throw it way out in th' middle of th' hole
Find you a good shady tree and then just set down
(Go to sleep, forget all about it, can't catch nothin' here anyways)

Well, I walked out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big alligator gar
Drug him home across my back
Tail was dragging a mile and a half
Flippin' an' floppin', I sold him for a quarter
(Shot craps, got in Jall)

Jumped in the river and went down deep
There was a hundred pound cat-fish lying there asleep
Well, I jumped on his back and rode him all aroun'
Saddled him up and I came into town
People came runnin', lookin', dogs a-barkin'
(Kids a-squallin')

Early one mornin' I took me a notion
To go out fishin' in the middle of the ocean
Well, throwed me a line, I got me a shark
I didn't get him home till way past dark
(Was he a man-eater, tough customer)
(But he wasn't quite tough enough)

Late last night I had me a dream
I was out fishin' in a whiskey stream
Baited my hook with apple-jack
Threw out a drink, drug a gallon back
(Done pretty good till the creek run dry)
(I give the fish back to the finance company)

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