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Sometimes I wonder if Ive even got a song
But you can always sing the fishing blues
And all that time there aint no news
Just see how long that you cant wait
When you dont have no living bait
Youre washed ash*re the sun is hot
Row back again to another spot
Throw your dead bait again
Aint caught no fish since dont know when
Oh my God I got those fishing blues
Oh this aint no pleasure cruise
Row back again to sit and wait
And on the hook is my death bait