Talking Fishing Blues

I went down to the fishing hole And I set down with my fishing pole Something grabbed my hook and it got my bait And jerked me out in the middle of the lake It was some jump, boy I got sunk Kind of baptized on credit Fishing down by the muddy bank And I felt a pull and I give a big yank I drug out three old rubber boots A Ford radiator And a Chevrolet coupe Nothing but junk So I handed it in For national defense Sitting in the boat with a bucket a beer Hadn't caught nothing but I didn't much care Guess I was pretty well satisfied I had my little woman right by my side Just taking it easy Worm been gone off the hook for several hours I was busy When you go fishing I'll tell you what to do Just go sit down by the grassy loo And take a piece of string And tie it on your pole And throw it way out in the middle of the hole Then find yourself a shade tree Just sit down and go to sleep Forget all about it Can't catch nothing here anyway Well I walked out on a sandy bar And caught myself a big alligator gar Well I drug him home across my back His tail was dragging a mile and a half Just flipping and flopping I sold him for a quarter Shot craps Got in jail Jumped in the river and I went down deep There was a hundred pound catfish Lying there asleep Well I jumped on his back And I rode him all around Saddled him up and come to town People come a-runnin' They was lookin' Dogs a-barking and kids a-squalling Well early one morning I took me a notion To go out fishin' in the middle of the ocean Well I threw out my line And I got me a shark And I didn't get home till a-way past dark He was a man-eater A tough customer But he wasn't quite tough enough Well late last night I had me a dream I went out fishing in a whiskey stream I baited my hook with apple jack I threw out a drink I drug a gallon back And I done pretty good too Till the stream run dry And I give the fish back to the finance company