Well if your baby aint doin you right and youre feelin low Go down to the woods take you a knife and cut you a fishin pole Throw out your line wet your worm and everything will be alright Forget your troubles cast your blues and fish till the morning light Well if you see me fishin then you know were fightin And the woman aint doin me right Ill be here on the creek bank catchin catfish until the morning light Back at the pad shes boilin mad but therell be no scrappin tonight Cause when she cools down Ill be back around Lord Id rather fish than fight [ steel fiddle ] Now if you got a little gal with a red hot temper boy heres what you better do Just take your tail to the water hole and fish away your blues And while youre fishin shell be thinkin and wonderin what youre up to And when your stringers full and you get back home shell be missin you Well if you see me fishin... Yeah back at the pad...
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