Buck 65 - Talking Fish Blues lyrics

I went down to the fishing hole And I set down with my fishing pole Something grabbed my hook and it got my bait And jerked me out in the middle of the lake (Some junk got sunk, kinda baptized on credit) Fishing down on the muddy bank Felt a pull an' give a big yank I drug out three old rubber boots A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop Handed it in for National Defense Setting in a boat with a bucket of beer Hadn't caught nothing but didn't much care I guess I was pretty well satisfied Had my little woman right by my side Taking it easy, just waiting Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple of hours When you go fishing, tell y'all what to do Go set down by the gra**y dew Take a piece of string, tie it on your pole Throw it way out in the middle of the hole Find you a good shade tree and then just set down Go to sleep, forget all about it Jumped in the river and went down deep There was a hundred pound cat-fish lying there asleep Well, I jumped on his back and rode him all aroun' Saddled him up and I came into town People came running, looking, dogs a-barking Kids a-squalling Old folks farting Stagnant waters stinking thing Slick on top turn on cream Water goes bad the fish all run Sit out all day and not catch a one Except mud [?] Few little s**ers Well, I walked out to a sandy bar And I caught myself a big alligator gar Drug him home across my back Tail was dragging a mile and a half Flipping and flopping, I sold him for a quarter Shot craps, got in jail Early one morning I took me a notion To go out fishing in the middle of the ocean Well, throwed me a line, I got me a shark I didn't get him home till way past dark Man-eater, tough customer But he wasn't quite tough enough Late last night I had me a dream I was out fishing in a whiskey stream Baited my hook with apple-jack Threw out a drink, drug a gallon back Done pretty good till the creek run dry Had to give my fish back to the finance company