Fishing Hole

Well now, take down your fishing pole
And meet me at the fishing hole
We may not get a bite all day
But don't you rush away

What a great place to rest your bones
And mighty fine for skipping stones
You'll feel as a lemonade
A-setting in the shade

Whether it's hot, Whether it's cool
Oh, What a spot for whistling like a fool

What a fine day to take a stroll
And wind up at the fishing hole
I can't think of a better way
To pass the time of day

We'll have no need to call the roll
When we get to the fishing hole
There'll be you, me, and old dog trey
To doodle time away

If we don't hook a perch or bass
We'll cool our toes in dewy grass
Or else pull up a weed to chaw
And maybe sit and jaw

Hanging around, taking our easy
Watching thet hound a scratching at his fleas

I won't take down your fishing hole
And meet me at the fishing hole
I can't think of a better way
To pass the time of day



Credits
Writer(s): Earle H. Hagen, Herbert Spencer
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