| Recitation
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| Now me and Harold this buddy of mine decided that we’d go fishin'
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| One time, so we drove to the lake with my brand new bass boat. |
| I
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| Brought the fishin' poles the pork and beans the saltine crackers
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| And the canned sardines, and Harold brought all the booze one man
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| Could tote. |
| While I loaded the boat and filled the tank and tried to
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| Get that motor to crank, Harold just sat there sippin' on a longneck
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| Beer. |
| While I was steerin' the boat and tyin' the plugs he was
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| Drinkin' moonshine straight from the jug and he was
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| Singing «Melancholy Baby» when we left the pier, huh, huh…
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| Oh, never go fishin' with a man who has been drinkin'
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| Cause things just might not work out like you’d wish
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| Just leave that fool at home to drink
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| He’ll be just as happy fishin' in the kitchen sink
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| Don’t go near the water with a man too drunk to fish
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| Recitation
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| Well, I was concentratin', perfectin' my cast, hopin' to land a
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| Trophy bass and Harold was havin' trouble tryin' to find the lake
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| Layin' there beside him at his feet was an anchor line coiled up
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| Real neat, Harold saw it went white as a ghost and
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| Hollered «Snake!!!» |
| Well, he jumped straight up and began to
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| Yell. |
| I said «Sit down Harold and behave yourself. |
| Can’t you see
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| That ain’t nothin' but a piece of rope.» |
| Ha, ha… Well, he was
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| Scared to death, plumb out of his mind tryin' not to get bit by that
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| Anchor line and he grabbed my shotgun blew a hole in the bottom of
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| The boat…(Blam!!! Harold!!! Glup… glub…glub)
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| Never go fishin' with a man who has been drinkin'
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| Cause things just might not work out like you’d wish
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| Just leave that fool at home to drink
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| He’ll be just as happy fishin' in the kitchen sink
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| Don’t go near the water with a man too drunk to fish
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| Recitation
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| Now too drunk to fish is too drunk to swim. |
| So I was dog paddlin'
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| And draggin' him and finally made it to a little sand bar just big
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| Enough for two. |
| It was way after dark when that helicopter came with
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| That big searchlight and callin' our names. |
| And Harold looked up to
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| The sky and said, «Lord is that you?»
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| Slowly
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| And then he knelt there in that heavenly glow and said «Lord you
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| Know I ain’t ready to go so if you pass me by tonight, oh… I will
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| Reform.» |
| Then they threw down a raft and I paddled us home he never
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| Touched a drop from that moment on. |
| Ya know the Lord works in
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| Mysterious ways his miracles to perform
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| Never go fishin' with a man who has been drinkin'
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| Cause things just might not work out like you’d wish
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| Just leave that fool at home to drink
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| He’ll be just as happy fishin' in the kitchen sink
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| Don’t go near the water with a man too drunk to fish
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| Don’t go near the water with a man too drunk to fish… |