Talking Fishing Blues

I went down to the fishing hole

I carried along my fishing pole

Something grabbed my line

Hooked my bait

Tricked me out to the middle of the lake

It was some junk

I got sunk

Baptized on the Credit

Fishing down at a muddy bank

I felt a big pole

I gave a big yank

I jerked out two old rubber boots

A Ford radiator

A Chevrolet coupe

Handed in for National Defense

So I jumped off the bridge

I went down deep

I found a hundred pound catfish

Laying there asleep

I jumped on his back

I rode him into town

I saddled him up

I turned around

Folks come running

Dogs barking

Kids looking

They said "What are you doing on that catfish?"

I said "I don't know, what you doing

Talking to somebody who's on one?"

So I waded out to a sandy bar

Caught myself a big alligator gar

Drug him in across my back

Tail was dragging a mile and a half

Flipping and a-flopping

Sold him for a quarter

Went to the post office and bought a stamp

I licked it

I wrote a letter home

I wrote "Dear Dad, No mon, no fun, your son"

He wrote back to me

"Dear son, so sad, too bad, your dad"