Lyrics:
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
stronger
Ever since that day
Growing with each other
In many different ways
Let's go fly fishing
Shooting star wishing
On a new mission
I'm by your side
I remember that day
Like it happened yesterday
The day I went fishing with Tom and Jim
Oh I couldn't have been more than seven years old
But that day
Sitting on the moon going fishing
Looking at my room going missing
Looking at the time going sideways
Looking at my mind going distant
Looking
long time
To watch the blue Tennessee flow by
Lord called Red at the breaking of the day
To do a little fishing over Jordan way
Singing, “I'm a son
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'
Together the kings of the backstreets
Together they live just for fun
Until the end of their days
A sailor's delight every night
By the harbour
Where girls
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
15 bullets pistol chrome got a blunt it shine so rip it slow
Shits so broke my love is gone no more pictures by the midsole toe
Fuck the lovers we
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
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
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,
out in deep water
The fishing life's the one
That gets me by
I then saw Tommy
On a summers eve
Sat outside The Bullers
With his long brown hair
but we went to church
cause we didn't want mom to know
Preacher let us out and we head down to our favorite fishing hole
Back before the good ol days
Drifting out in south padre
With that salt water breeze
Flip flops n Palm leaf hats
Like cowboys of the sea
Joe knows a fishing spot
Not too
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
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
Straight hustling from night to day
He fishing foray
Ok my nigga parlay
Yea, he feeling my play
Cause I'm fucking g—swag
Up and down, I'm so sway
Cause
Down by the river
In mom's clay house
Mammoths still roam
Twerps on their phone
Day out ice-fishing
Weight was too much
Calling in currents
Pulled
didn't mind my rusty truck
Swinging by to pick you up
I missed your sweet face, it was six long days
Since I'd got to hang with you
And we'd throw
guide
They snaking day ones I don't know if they on my side
In my bag why would I stress about a hoe
I been on the road
I ain't fishing but I keep a pole
What was I missing?
I decide the tides, tell me, what was I fishing
These reasons bringing me down, fuck a live, listen
Used to seeing me around,
It seemed like a good idea at the time me and this hell-raising buddy of mine
Thought we'd go gator fishing in the Louisiana swamp
He had some old
All I got is my computer and Robotic Pen
Day made out of diamonds
Doll named Ken
Scintillating attitude
Fresh attire
Don’t call me Sir, call me Sire
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