Fish

Lyrics

Verse 1 Got to the river a little after eight, Coffee in my hand, tackle box by the gate. Sun coming up, thought the day looked right, And for a little while, them fish would bite. Then somebody told ’em I was having fun, ’Cause every damn fish disappeared by one. I changed my hook, changed bait, changed spots instead— But at least something’s getting fed. Chorus Them damn mosquitoes think I’m a buffet, Breakfast, lunch, and dinner all damn day. They’re landing on my arms, my neck, my head, One little bastard tried to crawl in my bread. Fish quit biting, but the skeeters never did, I’m slapping myself like I done lost my lid. I came down here fishing, now I’m donating red— But at least something’s getting fed. Verse 2 I sprayed on enough Off to kill a damn tree, Them mosquitoes just laughed and kept chewing on me. One hit my shoulder, one got my knee, I swear one hollered, “Save some blood for me!” My bobber ain’t moved in an hour or two, But them flying vampires got a hell of a crew. I’m starting to wonder when they’ll leave me for dead— Hell, at least something’s getting fed. Chorus Them damn mosquitoes think I’m a buffet, Breakfast, lunch, and dinner all damn day. They’re landing on my arms, my neck, my head, One little bastard tried to crawl in my bread. Fish quit biting, but the skeeters never did, I’m slapping myself like I done lost my lid. I came down here fishing, now I’m donating red— But at least something’s getting fed. Bridge I brought worms for the fish, But apparently I’m the bait. If these skeeters drink much more, I ain’t gonna make it till eight. I ain’t caught supper, Ain’t even caught a buzz— But I fed half the county With the blood I used to have. Final Chorus Them damn mosquitoes think I’m a buffet, They brought their cousins and they’re here to stay. Fish are on strike, laying low in their bed, While I’m getting sucked dry from my toes to my head. I came for a catfish, maybe something to fry, Instead I’m feeding skeeters ’til the day I die. Ain’t got one damn fish to show when I head— But hell… At least something’s getting fed. Outro Yeah, the fish may be hungry… But them mosquitoes sure as hell ain’t.