Fishing Hole (feat. Marcos Cruz, David John, Matt Jones, Jake Lynn & Jung Jacob Song)

I've been comin here for 50 years Just a box of tackle and a white pale The simple pleasure of a clear mind The smell in the air and a tug on the line I pray to God the place will never change If I had the money it would be mine Cuz the only thing you'll ever lose here Is a big ole fish and a little time My Daddy woke me at the crack of dawn He said the fish were jumpin on his ride home He'd worked all night, tired as a stone It was the First time he brought me here alone He got a big one on and let me reel He told me, let it swim a little get the feel Well I wish I knew then what I know now He was showing me something that he didn't know how to say Something that don't come around ev'ry day even some good men can't seem to say Somethin that pales in the tellin And seeps right into your soul Something the blind man's able to see Out in the desert, in the middle of the sea Something that makes you wanna go to a place only you would know fishin hole A picnic blanket and a glass of wine A pretty woman on a summer night She had a way of lookin through my eyes I'd give anything to see that smile At times I couldn't find a thing to say She said she wouldn't have it any other way Well I hope she knew then what I know now I was showing her something that I didn't know how to say I didn't always come here all alone I didn't always think of it as home I didn't always know just what I had In this old spot I didn't always know that it would end Just one more time comin 'round that bend Under the old red oak where the path leads into the shoal Fishing hole I've been coming here for 50 Years Just a box of tackle and a white pale The kids all moved away the wife is gone It's Just the, Mornin paper and a little mail I pray the God the place will never change If I had the money it would be mine But the only thing you'll ever lose here Is all that matters and a lot of time everything that matters and a lot of time