Lyrics:
Sometimes I be feeling like i'm some type of fisher woman or something
I be catching the big fish like I mean the big fish
Yeah i'm fishing (Know I
Shirt yeah
I'm in my Fishing Shirt
Put on your fishing shirt now
Yeah Now you get it
You gotta put on the right gear to do this work
He told us what we
country music I listen all the time
I love drinking beer and making words rhyme
Dogs and boats and trucks and fishing gear
Get over here Phyllis and grab me
Yo
Uh
Okay
Yo
Ay
New fishing licence, just popped up in the mail
I got the three year sport, catching limits you feel
I'm about to catch a brook
Bitch, I'm on a mission
Always had a different vision
I'm on a different gear
Accelerating your transmission
Bitch, I'm on a mission
They my sons,
on
Forget your snapper and your prawn
For it's out of Ballina we'll sail
Fishing for the humpback whale
A tractor for a whale winch
And the ship's
Yeah! If I ask the question 'who
The best?' and if I don't
Hear 'you the best' than fuck you
And whoever that you suggest
He kinda dope but i'm
test
Gonna catch me a lunker gonna be the best
(Gonna go fishing) Gonna have some fun
(Gonna go fishing) 'Cause it's number one
(Gonna go fishing) Gonna
bring
A fishing pole and we'd fish for each meal
He brought a little kids plaything
It was pink with Barbie portrayed on the reel
I said "don't worry,
I got a little place out in the forest
My friends and I go to shoot the breeze
We load up the gear in the back of the pick-up
And roll through
I got my Kaw Dam ice chest
It's filled with Kaw Dam beer
I ain't been Kaw Dam fishing
In almost a Kaw Dam year
If ya wanna go Kaw Dam fishing
Then
curls
Boys buzzing, hung up on all the country girls
Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear
Hey brother, need another over here
Got
If I ask the question who the best
And I don't hear you the best
Then fuck you and whoever that you suggest
He kinda' dope but I'm the GOAT
Screw
da best
Fred Hutchinson, Boeing, Costco, must be addressed
Starbucks, Microsoft, yo no one can contest
Fuck a buck, I'm a boss, as my mind manifest
favourite time of year
I don't care for more fishing gear
My stupid uncle has me reaching for the beer
Xmas time is here
But this is our favourite time
occur by happenstance
Never shifted gear but best to bet that I'm supplying lines
Don't wanna be confined to a 9 to 5 or a life of crime
Or even waste my
sick, my face might turn green
How can you ever be the best
In the scene when you're
Still tryna make a better tune
Than Fuckin' Widda Team
You don't
and some bate
Fishing with my old man
Now years gone by I got a boy of my own
He likes his computer games
And intelligent phone
I packed the camping gear
Everything tastes sour
I have no power I cannot sing I hate everything
Gone fishing (whoa, whoa) gone fishing (whoa, whoa)
Gone fishing (whoa, whoa) gone
Got a Tom and a 12, I'm a new buccaneer
Shordy tried to kiss me and I told her not here
Foot on the pedal always in the top gear
My life is a movie
Take me back to the innocence of youth
When nothing was certain, and everything true
Moments when I could dream all day
And the best of times were
coulda been best friends
There's this restaurant I recom-ma-ma-ma-mend."
I would just float away, but I've got a lot to do today.
Gone fishing (whoa,
A little peer pressure
Led to memories that last forever
A lake, good friends, and fishing gear
I remember my first beer
Young and dumb and ain't too bright
I filled up two shopping carts late last night
The one was full of fishing gear, the other Miller Lite
The checkout-lady laughed and said 'You
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