Talking Fishing Blues-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 Jerked 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)