Reel in my left hand,
Rod in my right.
And fishin’ three long hours
And ain’t got a bite.
Fifteen feet behind me,
It’s a different scene,
My woman is out catchin’ me.
If there ain’t thirty seconds that goes by
She ain’t hooked a small mouth or red eye
I know I should be proud, but it’s hard to believe,
My woman, fishes better than me.
There’s some things men expect, to get outdone
Like cookin’ tips and fashion sense 101
And believe me when I tell you my next time out
She’s stayin’ at the house.
‘Cause there ain’t thirty seconds that goes by
That she ain’t hooked a small mouth or red eye
I know I should be proud, but it’s hard to believe,
My woman, fishes better than me.
Well, if anyone should ask me what I caught.
I’ll be forced to tell them she took my favorite spot.
‘Cause there ain’t thirty seconds that goes by
That she ain’t hooked a small mouth or red eye
I know I should be proud, but it’s hard to believe,
My woman, fishes better than me.
Yeah, my woman, fishes better than me….
[Thanks to Stephanie for lyrics]
The Fishin' Trip Lyrics by Mitch Rossell
. Song rating: 4.5 [1 vote]
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