Down to the water to wet my line, 
My float bobbing up and down.
Fishing in the morning, is just so fine, 
Your face will never find a frown.

A big ole catfish, or a little bluegill, 
I just don’t give a hoot.
I love the way fishing makes me feel, 
To me it’s like forbidden fruit.

If I get lucky and get a bite, 
Then the day is made.
I’ll stick around till early night, 
Just snoozing in the shade.