| It’s just a good excuse to watch the sun go down
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| On a gravel pit outside of town
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| My father had three daughters
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| So I became his only son
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| Summertime in Allen County
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| You can slice the air like bread
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| Pack up our old Rambler
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| With cane poles and little said
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| You never talk much in a fishin' boat
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| 'Cause it just scares the fish away
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| You just give it time and watch your line
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| He’s say, «Just an hour or two.»
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| Some folks are always like that
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| And never really answer you
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| You never talk much in a fishin' boat
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| 'Cause it just scares the fish away
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| You just give it time and watch your line
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| The sun goes down and why no one knows
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| I grew up out of my fishin' clothes
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| I told him once and he slowly smiled
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| That his only son was expecting a child
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| You never talk much in a fishin' boat
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| 'Cause it just scares the fish away
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| You just give it time and watch your line
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| I’ll remember all my life
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| My father’s face in the de3ep twilight
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| In a boat under the evening sun
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| Throwin' back the little ones |