Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talking Fishing Blues, artist - Woody Guthrie. Album song Bound For Glory, Songs And Stories Of Woody Guthrie, in the genre Детская музыка со всего мира
Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
Talking Fishing Blues |
I went down to the fishing hole |
And I set down with my fishing pole; |
Somethin' grabb’d my hook and it got my bait |
And Jerked me out in the middle of the lake |
Huh it was some jump boy |
I got sunk, kinda baptized on credit |
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank |
Felt a pull an' give a big yank |
I drug out three old rubber boots |
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop |
(Nothin' but Junk, so I handed it in |
For National Defence) |
Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer |
Hadn’t caught nuthin' but didn’t much care |
I guess I was pretty well satisfied |
Had my little woman right by my side |
(Takin' it easy, just waitin' |
Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple of hours |
I was busy) |
When you go fishin', tell y' what to do |
Go set down by the grassy dew |
Take a piece of string, tie it on yo' pole |
Throw it way out in th' middle of th' hole |
Find you a good shady tree and then just set down |
(Go to sleep, forget all about it |
Can’t catch nuthin' here anyways.) |
Well I walked out to a sandy bar |
And I caught myself a big alligator gar |
Drug him home across my back |
Tail was dragging a mile and a half |
Flippin' an' floppin'. |
I sold him for a quarter |
(Shot craps, got in Jall.) |
Jumped in the river and went down deep |
There was a hundred pound cat-fish lying there asleep |
Well I jumped on his back and rode him all aroun' |
Saddled him up and I came into town |
People came runnin', lookin', dogs a-barkin' |
(Kids a-squallin') |
Early one mornin' I took me a notion |
To go out fishin' in the middle of the ocean |
Well, throwed me a line, I got me a shark |
I didn’t get him home till way past dark |
(Was he a man-eater, tough customer |
But he wasn’t quite tough enough.) |
Late last night I had me a dream |
I was out fishin' in a whiskey stream |
Baited my hook with apple-jack |
Threw out a drink, drug a gallon back |
(Done pretty good till the creek run dry |
I give the fish back to the finance company.) |