Mark Heard - Bluegill On The Line lyrics

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