| Well I love her
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| But I love to fish
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| I spend all day out on this lake
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| And hell is all I catch
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| Today she met me at the door
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| Said I would have to choose
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| If I hit that fishin' hole today
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| She’d be packin' all her things
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| And she’d be gone by noon
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| Well I’m gonna miss her
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| When I get home
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| But right now I’m on this lakeshore
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| And I’m sittin' in the sun
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| I’m sure it’ll hit me When I walk through that door tonight
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| That I’m gonna miss her
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| Oh, lookie there, I’ve got a bite
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| Now there’s a chance that if I hurry
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| I could beg her to stay
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| But that water’s right
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| And the weather’s perfect
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| No tellin' what I might catch today
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| SO I’m gonna miss her
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| When I get home
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| But right now I’m on this lakeshore
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| And I’m sittin' in the sun
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| I’m sure it’ll hit me When I walk through that door tonight
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| YEAH I’m gonna miss her
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| Oh, lookie there, ANOTHER bite
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| Yeah, I’m gonna miss her
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| Oh, lookie there, I’ve got a bite |