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Easy in the Summertime

Allison Moorer

Crows

2010

Wrapped up in my mama's love

Firefly whispered in my ear
She said let's get outta here
Fly down to the creek with me
There's something you gotta see

the boss I ain't  leaving town
Went home and grabbed a fishing pole or two
Wonder what he thinks of me
As we're sitting on the bank of that creek
Don't wanna

Lazy Days

Dean Brody

Dean Brody

2009

off
Yeah, and I was up the creek

And we'd throw two fly rods in the gun rack
Sweet tea and biscuits on your lap
Sing to brown eyed girl
My guitar

Yeah I'm on that countryside Bending corners swinging wide Living this high life
Starched down I'm feeling fly Racing in my big truck trying to kill

Ballad Of A Southern Man

Whiskey Myers

Firewater

2011

you don't understand

Now I grew up on a prison farm
Sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar
Used to go fishing out pickle creek dam
But I guess

alone

Footprints on the old porch carved in wood
Each one a testament to days that stood
Fishing by the creek as the sun would set
These are the days

Might do a little creek bank fishing
Might do a little six string picking
Might just sit right here, take it all in
Shoot, It's a good day to float away

Billy Prichard

Slobberbone

Barrel Chested

1997

Wally got lost in a patch of weeds,
and they found his body floating in the reeds
He said he'd gone fishing with the boy from across the creek
Now

wasn't real
We used to shake the fishing bait from the trees
cnd sell it to the sheriff on his way to the creek
cnd I'm afraid that it might've been

I remember the days when the sun would shine so bright
Running through the fields from morning until now night
Barefoot on the gravel with a fishing

the bread, they brought out the fishing lines
We all stepped outside to a changing skyline

One way to fly when the tables are quickly turning
Two minutes past

sweet tea in hand
Talking 'bout life making big plans
Fishing by the river skipping stones
Feeling like this place is always home
Graduation day dreams

Aah-aaa, aah-aaa
Aah-aaa, aah-aaa
Someone said muddy and you said river
But I was thinking creek and you said shiver
That brought on winter, I fell

flow south and Ducks fly north for the Summer
Drink Tea when under your front porch
No bitch'n in the kitchen, take a friend when your fishing
When Momma

Wally got lost in a patch of weeds,
and they found his body floating in the reeds
He said he'd gone fishing with the boy from across the creek
Now

Each day's a little bit closer to the edge
When you take that last step you either fly or you dead
Or you wake up in your bed 'cause you're dreaming

a whole lot
That's why you see me in the spot on my knees praying to any God that will listen
That's my mission
I just keep on wishing
Fishing for