Winter night dusk, settles i smell the must
crusty eyes and tired limbs i feel the pressure mount
fish be on the shore this morn and rods be in the truck
i need coffee, i need snacks and i just don’t give a fuck
We take off from blades and into the glades to find our mistress fish
i leave my wife, i leave my kids to find my morning fish
the belly empty, temptation sweet to bring home bones and scales
the meat inside, oh what a treat, for fishing never fails!
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