Fishin' with Grandpa I’m not a great salt fisherman I like fishin’ with worms In a nice still pond Where I can hear my favorite birds Like the Red-Wing Blackbird And the Meadowlark And of course the Whipporwill And the Mallard Duck And the Great Blue Heron And the Canadian Goose And the tiny Sparrow And the friendly Robin And every once a Blue Jay And now and then a Finch And if you're real lucky a Hummingbird And a Red-Tail Hawk So you ask me why I'm here in this great big city You ask me why the other city I did flee I guess I didn't want to see her She didn't want to see me I guess I didn't want her to see me With somebody else you see So I left the city And I went far away To find another way That I could say I remember fishin' with Grandpa He liked to fish with minnows We'd sit and fish and catch crappies To the state lake we'd go And every once in a while we'd catch a big bluegill Or we might catch a bass And sometimes when we fished on the bottom We'd catch a catfish Sometimes we'd go below the spillway of the big dam And drop our line real far down below With a gig on the end And if we were real lucky we'd catch a walleye And hall him way up the side And hope that he didn't fall off And then we'd take 'em home and eat 'em After we first cleaned 'em Grandma knew just how to cook 'em up So they tasted real good Fishin' with Grandpa was a lot fun When I was a little kid by Doug Newman (c) 1999 Sandthistle Music / ASCAP
Red Beans and Rice and Other Songs of the Dusty Trail : Lyrics