Lyrics The Only Time A Fisherman Tells The Truth - Slim Dusty

The Only Time A Fisherman Tells The Truth

Now you hear it from your neighbour and wear it down the pub
And you’ll cop it from your own best mate as he belts it in your lug
Now I have had just about enough so it’s come to this you see
And I’m tired of all this bull and scaly tales your telling me
Now I know it don’t seem right to you that I should feel like this
'Cause you’re not an Aussie through and through if you don’t drink fight and
fish
And you question what else there’s to do time away to pass
Without drinking skiting bluing and fighting for no fish and a wet outfit
Then you come in my house annoying me gabbin' who caught this and that
And I’m about as interested in fishing mate as I am in the neighbours cat
So take flaming hat and your faithful rod and your stinking prawns
And remove that leaking boat of yours off my flaming lawn
'Cause I don’t care if the fish weren’t biting and you should’ve stayed in bed
While dragging for bait your wife got bogged and a croc ate your dog instead
And I couldn’t give a horses' rear if your nine point five caught fire
'Cause the only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another a liar
Now take that old faithful trusty rod the one you’ve had for years
I like to borrow it for tick and wrap it around your ears
And just to show my interest in your interest I suppose
I like to shove your baitbox mud and all right up your nose
Now don’t get me wrong though I don’t fish I’ll nudge a can or two
But there’s for me in life you see than a romp on the ocean blue
And we’re still mates that’s ridgy didge but there’s times I feel I aughta
Tie your bottom lip to the prop and start the flaming motor
Yeah I’ve tried to make you understand and hoped you stay away
But I’ll be gaffed if your not back spruking again next day
So it’s come to this old mate old friend from the bottom of my heart
Take your boat an oars, your photo of jaws
Your rod and hers and your secret lures
Your live bait box and your old crab pots
Your stinking hooks and your fishing books
Your Dundee knife and your ugly wife
Take your favourite rum and your favourate flask
And do the obvious is all I ask
'Cause I don’t care if the fish weren’t biting and you should’ve stayed in bed
While dragging for bait your wife got bogged and a croc ate your dog instead
And I couldn’t give a horses' rear if your nine point five caught fire
'Cause the only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another a liar
No I don’t care if the fish weren’t biting and you should’ve stayed in bed
While dragging for bait your wife got bogged and a croc ate your dog instead
And I couldn’t give a horses' rear if your nine point five caught fire
'Cause the only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another a liar