Bonding

I've been askin' my girl to go fishin' for a while
She wanted some bonding time
And I ask myself what better way to bond
Than a day of castin' baits and retrievin' them with a line

But I'd 'bout givin' up on that
Maybe fishin' just wasn't her thing
We could probably still make things work
If she learned to fry filets and onion rings

Well, to my surprise and to my delight
My beauty, she finally said yes
I picked her up early the very next morn
Sayin', "You'll wanna wear shorts, not a dress."

When I picked her up, she had three rigs
And they were a sight better than mine
I noticed some sweat on my upper lip
This trip was supposed to be a good time

We'd been on the water no more than a half hour
She had four bass and I had none
This bonding stuff wasn't workin' at all
By noontime, I was done

I only caught one dang fish
And it was small enough for two of hers to eat
Even worse, she backed in the trailer herself
I was watchin', though I did stay on my feet

As she drove us home, I stared at the trash layin' on the road
She said to me as gently as she could
"Aw hun, next time you'll have better luck."
And rubbin' my eyes and clearin' my throat I said, yeah, next time I would
. .
As she drove us home, I stared at the trash layin' on the road
She said to me as gently as she could
"Aw, hun, next time you'll have better luck,"
And rubbin' my eyes and clearin' my throat
I said, "Yeah, next time I would."
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