In the sticks of southern Georgia
Down the road of rusty clay
A grinning daddy gave his little boy
Some love to give away
For it was there he took the youngster
Who, with cane pole in his hand
Watched the cork, caught a fish
Learned to be a man
Nothing could be funner,
Nothing quite as fine
As fishin' with your daddy
With a bluegill on the line
Well, he learned that when the fishes
Are hungry 'nough to bite
To sit and watch and pretty soon
That cork bobs outta sight
And he knows that sister Susie
Will learn to sew and cook
But he's glad for now
She puts the worm on her own hook
Nothin' could be funner,
Nothin' quite as fine
As fishin' with your daddy
With a bluegill on the line
Well, he loves the smoky water
Floatin' free as he can float
With his daddy at the paddle
Ain't no need to rock the boat
And he learned to love the fishin'
From the summer through the fall
But he didn't mind the learnin'
'Cause he loved to learn it all
Nothin' could be funner,
Nothin' quite as fine
As fishin' with your daddy
With a bluegill on the line
Nothin' could be funner
Nothin' quite as fine
As fishin' with your daddy
With a bluegill on the line