Lyrics The Fishin' Hole - Andy Griffith

The Fishin' Hole

Well now, take down your fishing pole and meet me at the fishing hole
We may not get a bite all day but don’t you rush away
What a great place to rest your bones and mighty fine for skipping stones
You’ll feel fresh as a lemonade a-setting in the shade
Whether its hot, whether its cool
Oh, what a spot for whistling like a fool!
What a fine day to take a stroll and wind up at the fishing hole
I can’t think of a better way to pass the time of day
We’ll have no need to call the roll when we get to the fishing hole
They’ll be you, me, and old dog, Trey to do the time away
If we don’t hook a perch or bass, we’ll cool our toes in dewy grass
Or else pull up a weed to chaw and maybe sit and jaw
Hanging around, taking our ease
Watching that hound a scratching at his fleas
I’m gonna take down my fishing pole and meet you at the fishing hole
I can’t think of a better way to pass the time of day