Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Drunk To Fish, artist - Ray Stevens. Album song Hum It, in the genre
Date of issue: 27.04.2009
Record label: Curb
Song language: English
Too Drunk To Fish |
Recitation |
Now me and Harold this buddy of mine decided that we’d go fishin' |
One time, so we drove to the lake with my brand new bass boat. |
I |
Brought the fishin' poles the pork and beans the saltine crackers |
And the canned sardines, and Harold brought all the booze one man |
Could tote. |
While I loaded the boat and filled the tank and tried to |
Get that motor to crank, Harold just sat there sippin' on a longneck |
Beer. |
While I was steerin' the boat and tyin' the plugs he was |
Drinkin' moonshine straight from the jug and he was |
Singing «Melancholy Baby» when we left the pier, huh, huh… |
Oh, never go fishin' with a man who has been drinkin' |
Cause things just might not work out like you’d wish |
Just leave that fool at home to drink |
He’ll be just as happy fishin' in the kitchen sink |
Don’t go near the water with a man too drunk to fish |
Recitation |
Well, I was concentratin', perfectin' my cast, hopin' to land a |
Trophy bass and Harold was havin' trouble tryin' to find the lake |
Layin' there beside him at his feet was an anchor line coiled up |
Real neat, Harold saw it went white as a ghost and |
Hollered «Snake!!!» |
Well, he jumped straight up and began to |
Yell. |
I said «Sit down Harold and behave yourself. |
Can’t you see |
That ain’t nothin' but a piece of rope.» |
Ha, ha… Well, he was |
Scared to death, plumb out of his mind tryin' not to get bit by that |
Anchor line and he grabbed my shotgun blew a hole in the bottom of |
The boat…(Blam!!! Harold!!! Glup… glub…glub) |
Never go fishin' with a man who has been drinkin' |
Cause things just might not work out like you’d wish |
Just leave that fool at home to drink |
He’ll be just as happy fishin' in the kitchen sink |
Don’t go near the water with a man too drunk to fish |
Recitation |
Now too drunk to fish is too drunk to swim. |
So I was dog paddlin' |
And draggin' him and finally made it to a little sand bar just big |
Enough for two. |
It was way after dark when that helicopter came with |
That big searchlight and callin' our names. |
And Harold looked up to |
The sky and said, «Lord is that you?» |
Slowly |
And then he knelt there in that heavenly glow and said «Lord you |
Know I ain’t ready to go so if you pass me by tonight, oh… I will |
Reform.» |
Then they threw down a raft and I paddled us home he never |
Touched a drop from that moment on. |
Ya know the Lord works in |
Mysterious ways his miracles to perform |
Never go fishin' with a man who has been drinkin' |
Cause things just might not work out like you’d wish |
Just leave that fool at home to drink |
He’ll be just as happy fishin' in the kitchen sink |
Don’t go near the water with a man too drunk to fish |
Don’t go near the water with a man too drunk to fish… |