Well I love her And I love to fish I spend all day out on this lake And hell is all I catch Today she met me at the door Said I would have to choose If I hit that fishin' hole today She'd be packin' all her things And she'd be gone by noon
Well I'm gonna miss her When I get home But right now I'm on the lakeshore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight That I'm gonna miss her Oh, lookie here, I've gotta bite
Now there's a chance that if I hurry I could beg her to stay But that water's right And the weather's perfect No tellin' what I might catch today
Well I'm gonna miss her When I get home But right now I'm on the lakeshore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight That I'm gonna miss her Oh, lookie here, I've gotta bite
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