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Fishing for Luckies (The Wildhearts) · Fishing Music (David Thompson) · Fishing for Luckies (The Wildhearts) · Going Fishing (Toys) · Fishing Up the Moon (Nick Keir) · Slouse: Fishing in Slower Territories (Fetsum) · Dry River Fishing (No Choice) · Fishing Clothes: The Jewel Recordings 1965-1969 (Lightnin' Hopkins) · Fishing for a Dream (Turin Brakes) · Carp Fishing on Valium: The Songs (Graham Parker) – and 90 other albums »


and me going fishing in the dark
Lying on our backs and counting the stars
Where the cool grass grows
Down by the river in the full moon light
We'll be
and me going fishing in the dark
Lying on our backs and counting the stars
Where the cool grass grows
Down by the river in the full moon light
We'll be
Let's go fishing in the morning, just like we've always gone. 
You can come inside and wake me up, 
We'll pack and leave by dawn. We will pack
in your eye
Making your plans while
30 years of a half life
Just passes you by

We were such bail birds
We had nothing to pack
The days down in the map
of mine
By my side
The silver moon
And the evening tide
Oh some sweet day
Gonna take away
This hurting inside
Well I'll never be blue
My dreams come true
fixer up
But all I got, is all I need

A fishing hole and a summer breeze
My best girl by my side
Lost in love on a starry night
And all I want are
He jumps in his bireau heading down the bayou 

He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana River 
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat 
He
a week or for a year or for a year in a day
Come what may
I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guinness Stout
sister and I recall once more 
The fishing schooners pulling into shore, 
And the dog-cart we drove in days before 
But we don't talk about that.
sunrise through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be

Oh that boy of mine by my side
The silver moon and the evening tide
Oh some sweet day gonna take away
and me going fishing in the dark
Lying on our backs and counting the stars
Where the cool grass grows
Down by the river in the full moon light
We'll be
going fishing in the dark,
Lying on our backs and counting the stars
Where the cool grass grows
Down by the river in the full moon light,
We'll be fallin'
By the sea by the sea
In a Point Judith diary I
Found many rocks all pretty colors
I found waves that split the sound
Of a silent summer's day
And oh
on the bayou fishing

On the river floats papa's great big boat
And that's how my papa goes into town
Takes him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach
on the bayou fishing

On the river floats papa's great big boat
And that's how my papa goes into town
Takes him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach
ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou

He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us
sister and I recall once more 
The fishing schooners pulling into shore, 
And the dog-cart we drove in days before 
But we don't talk about that.
Catalina on a fishing boat
We call it Henry Cisneros
We got no money but we stay afloat
The jellyfishes don't scare us

You're telling everybody
fishing again

Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie
And I'd spend all day long in the basement
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster 
Than it did in the old days 
So naturally, we have more natural disasters 
From the strain
turn there's concrete
Found in the pavement day after day I wanna go home
Where the sun shines and the tall pines and the earth and the heavens meet
day and the catfish play on Blue Bayou
Where the fishing boats with their sails afloat if I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes
I was taken by surprise by the thunder 
Sit and stared out at the rain 
Taken back, I was younger 
In a vacant lot day 

And the fall brought
gone
Fishing poles and mixing post hang dusty by the door
And that long train from the by gone day doesn't pass near anymore
Trees for sale through
Well, it was one year to the day on a July Monday morning

I waited at the fishing hole but old Dillon, he didn't show

Daddy came down about noon,