Gone fishing.
Fishing in my pond.
Gone fishing;
It's a thing of which I'm fond.
Jump over that hill,
its just beyond those trees.
Gone fishing
and I'm whistling a song.
It's not that I'm not social,
but I sure would be obliged
if you waited here on the porch
and didn't come whaling by.
see this is the one part of the week
where it's me, myself, and I.
So grab yourself a lemonade
and rest your feet a while.
Gone fishing.
Gone fishing in my pond.
GOne fishing.
Its a thing of which I'm fond.
Jump over that hill;
its just beyond those trees.
gone fishing,
and I'm whistling me a song.
It's my own personal Eden,
wholesome living a clean,
water is teeming with trout
that's jumping just for me.
There's no place on Earth
where I feel this peace at mind.
If the Lord chose to take me now,
I'd go off to his side.
first thing you'll see
is my nappy head of hair.
Next thing, my body will
surely soon appear.
Coming over that hill
if it's not too dark a time,
you'll also see upon my face
a smile a half mile wide.
'Cause I've gone fishing.
Gone fishing in my pond.
GOne fishing.
It's a thing of which I'm fond.
Just over that hill;
its just beyond those trees.
gone fishing,
I've gone fishing.
Gone fishing,
and I'm whistling me a song.

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