Talking Fish Blues

I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Something grabbed my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle of the lake
(Some junk got sunk, kinda baptized on credit)

Fishing down on the muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I drug out three old rubber boots
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
Handed it in for National Defense

Setting in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nothing but didn't much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little woman right by my side
Taking it easy, just waiting
Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple of hours

When you go fishing, tell y'all what to do
Go set down by the grassy dew
Take a piece of string, tie it on your pole
Throw it way out in the middle of the hole
Find you a good shade tree and then just set down
Go to sleep, forget all about it

Jumped in the river and went down deep
There was a hundred pound cat-fish lying there asleep
Well, I jumped on his back and rode him all aroun'
Saddled him up and I came into town
People came running, looking, dogs a-barking
Kids a-squalling Old folks farting

Stagnant waters stinking thing
Slick on top turn on cream
Water goes bad the fish all run
Sit out all day and not catch a one
Except mud [?]
Few little suckers

Well, I walked out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big alligator gar
Drug him home across my back
Tail was dragging a mile and a half
Flipping and flopping, I sold him for a quarter
Shot craps, got in jail

Early one morning I took me a notion
To go out fishing in the middle of the ocean
Well, throwed me a line, I got me a shark
I didn't get him home till way past dark
Man-eater, tough customer
But he wasn't quite tough enough

Late last night I had me a dream
I was out fishing in a whiskey stream
Baited my hook with apple-jack
Threw out a drink, drug a gallon back
Done pretty good till the creek run dry
Had to give my fish back to the finance company