Fishing Truck

Open our hands up
Curling our fingers
Grabbing flat change from
Old tracks the trains run on
Run on, run on

His fishing chest, with
Your clunky necklace
I wish I'd said that
I'd love to fish

Lake got dry, casting lines that stuck in the mud
Stop back by, and the rainfall'll fill it
But there ain't many miles left on his old fishing truck
Aint many miles left on his old fishing truck
Aint many miles left on his old fishing truck
Aint many miles left, I been
Cryin in the corner all night, can you pick me up?
Cryin in the corner all night, can you pick me up?
Cryin in the corner all night, can you pick me up?
Cryin in the corner all night, can you pick me up?



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