Two high school boys go fishing down at Butch’s pond and quickly catch their fill. But that’s not the end of the story …
I got a call from Marty
‘Bout half past noon
He said he’s goin’ fishin’
And he’s goin’ real soon
The catfish are bitin’
They’re bitin’ real good
Down at Butch’s pond
Away out in the woods
We loaded up the pickup
We had our poles and bait
We drove real fast to Butch’s pond
We really couldn’t wait
The catfish are bitin’
They’re bitin’ real good
Down at Butch’s pond
Away out in the woods
Marty got the first bite
And then I got two more
And after just a little while
He caught him number four
The catfish are bitin’
They’re bitin’ real good
Down at Butch’s pond
Away out in the woods
It wasn’t even dark yet
Our limit had been filled
Twenty pounds of catfish
Our mamas would be thrilled
The catfish are bitin’
They’re bitin’ real good
Down at Butch’s pond
Away out in the woods
I went to get the stringer
To take our catfish home
But all the catfish, they was gone
The knot had come undone.
I sat and looked at Marty
“I thought you tied it good.” “Me too.”
And then he shook his head and laughed
And we knew what to do. See,
The catfish are bitin’
They’re bitin’ real good
Down at Butch’s pond
Away out in the woods.
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