Talking Fishing Blues - Woodie Guthrie

I went down to the fishing hole

And I set down with my fishing pole;

Somethin' grabb’d my hook and it got my bait

And Jerked me out in the middle of the lake

Huh it was some jump boy

I got sunk, kinda baptized on credit

Fishin' down on th' muddy bank

Felt a pull an' give a big yank

I drug out three old rubber boots

A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop

(Nothin' but Junk, so I handed it in

For National Defence)

Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer

Hadn’t caught nuthin' but didn’t much care

I guess I was pretty well satisfied

Had my little woman right by my side

(Takin' it easy, just waitin'

Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple of hours

I was busy)

When you go fishin', tell y' what to do

Go set down by the grassy dew

Take a piece of string, tie it on yo' pole

Throw it way out in th' middle of th' hole

Find you a good shady tree and then just set down

(Go to sleep, forget all about it

Can’t catch nuthin' here anyways.)

Well I walked out to a sandy bar

And I caught myself a big alligator gar

Drug him home across my back

Tail was dragging a mile and a half

Flippin' an' floppin'.

I sold him for a quarter

(Shot craps, got in Jall.)

Jumped in the river and went down deep

There was a hundred pound cat-fish lying there asleep

Well I jumped on his back and rode him all aroun'

Saddled him up and I came into town

People came runnin', lookin', dogs a-barkin'

(Kids a-squallin')

Early one mornin' I took me a notion

To go out fishin' in the middle of the ocean

Well, throwed me a line, I got me a shark

I didn’t get him home till way past dark

(Was he a man-eater, tough customer

But he wasn’t quite tough enough.)

Late last night I had me a dream

I was out fishin' in a whiskey stream

Baited my hook with apple-jack

Threw out a drink, drug a gallon back

(Done pretty good till the creek run dry

I give the fish back to the finance company.)