Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fishing With Bill , by - Bill MorrisseySong from the album Friend Of Mine, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 31.03.1993
Record label: Concord, Rounder
Song language: English
Fishing With Bill |
| Man what a winter |
| Sorrow wide and deep |
| Is it just the media industry or the whole country |
| That is turning into sheep? |
| I wanna go to a good place |
| With a friend of mine |
| Cast our souls out in the river |
| And watch the whole deal shine |
| Some little crick in Massachusetts, just over the hill |
| Oh I, I’m goin' fishin' with Bill |
| Well, Bill, I bet he is a good fly caster |
| He grew up on these eastern brooks |
| Me, I grew up on the midwestern cricks |
| Casting crappie flies for chubs and such |
| But in my young imagination |
| I watched a Number 20 Coachman settle down |
| Sitting by the stove in that little library |
| Reading Roderick L. Haig Brown |
| I never did fish in Vancouver. |
| I probably never will |
| I don’t care. |
| I’m goin' fishin' with Bill |
| Well, it’s a long and noble tradition |
| Catching trout on the fly |
| When you’re done, with the setting of the sun |
| Gonna drink a little bourbon if you’re dry |
| See some folks out on the river |
| Cool, scientific and clean |
| They look like everything just kinda stuck to them |
| The last time they walked through ol' L. L. Bean |
| My friend, Dave, says the good fishermen are the ones who have fun and we will |
| Oh I, I’m goin' fishin' with Bill |
| Sittin' in a bar in Brattleboro |
| Thinkin' about one of his songs |
| The rain was pourin' down, and I was pourin' it down |
| And all I could do was hum along |
| We’ve talked about goin' fishin' so often |
| At some party when the gig was done |
| Well, life slips by like a little dry fly |
| Sliding down a deep slick run |
| So let us stand steady like an old mill |
| Oh I, I’m goin' fishin' with Bill |
| Maybe Handsome Molly will pass by |
| As we cast away the hours |
| Somewhere on a river somewhere far away |
| From stupid people in positions of power |
| Someday when we ain’t folk singers |
| Flyin' through the friendly skies |
| We won’t be waiting for the big break |
| Or anything except the evening rise |
| On some spring crick in Wisconsin or maybe the Batten Kill |
| Oh I, I’m goin' fishin' with Bill |
| I’m goin' fishin' with Bill… um um um |
| I’m goin' fishin' with Bill… yes, I am |
| I’m goin' fishin' with Bill |
| G: Y’know, Bill? |
| B: Wha? |
| Wha? |
| G: I think if we just tried a little, some kinda little streamer right |
| Over there; |
| go ahead and cast over… |
| B: What d’ya got — a blasting cap? |
| G: See that clump of grass over there… |
| B: A Number 12 blasting cap… |
| G: … on the other side over there? |
| B: Yeah, yeah I see that |
| G: I have a feelin' there’s about a 5 ½ pound rainbow under one of them… |
| B: Ah, 6… |
| G: …just waitin' for someone to come along… and catch… |
| B: I’ll catch the fish |
| G: We need to catch just one trout here, Bill… just one. |
| B: What? |
| Ya hungry? |
| G: …'cause I’m hungry, I don’t know about you… |
| B: Well, I’ll catch the fish |
| G: I know we’re both catch and release guys. |
| I know we believe in that |
| But if we caught just one trout, we could eat it, couldn’t we, so we could |
| Sustain ourselves and the beautiful spirit of the trout would become part of |
| Us… and I’m hungry |
| B: Ah, ah… |
| G: Well, I’m not complainin' 'bout gettin' lost today |
| B: We, we weren’t lost, Greg, ah… |
| G: We’ve seen a lot of parts of Massachusetts I’ve never seen before; |
| it’s |
| Not that, it’s… |
| B: …the map was broken |
| G: …it's late and we need to catch one trout and put… |
| B: …ok, ok, alright, I’ll… |
| G: …it on the grill if it’s OK |
| B: Alright |
| Goin' fishin' with Bill |
| Goin' fishin' with Bill |
| Goin' fishin' with Bill |