It's just a good excuse to watch the sun go down On a gravel pit outside of town My father had three daughters So I became his only son Summertime in Allen County You can slice the air like bread Pack up our old Rambler With cane poles and little said You never talk much in a fishin' boat 'Cause it just scares the fish away You just give it time and watch your line He's say, "Just an hour or two." Some folks are always like that And never really answer you You never talk much in a fishin' boat 'Cause it just scares the fish away You just give it time and watch your line The sun goes down and why no one knows I grew up out of my fishin' clothes I told him once and he slowly smiled That his only son was expecting a child You never talk much in a fishin' boat 'Cause it just scares the fish away You just give it time and watch your line I'll remember all my life My father's face in the de3ep twilight In a boat under the evening sun Throwin' back the little ones