Fishing is supposed to be one of those things to clear you mind. When the stress and strife Of everyday life Just fade away. But sometimes It dont work out that way. Buddy called up and asked What I had planned for the following day Told him "Not a damn thing" Whadda you have to say? He said "I gotta sweet new fishing hole" I said " Say no more let's roll!" So I packed all my gear Jumped in early to bed Dreamed about the next day Thoughts of the next mount Spinning in my head Alarm goes off 'bout 3 AM Oh man this 'll be the fishing trip from hell We drive for an hour and get to a locked gate Buddy says "This is it, we gotta walk from here Gotta tote the boat Hope you brought plenty beer" Half mile later in the Tennessee sun Sweat pouring down like in a marathon run We get to the hole so weak we got the shakes Hang on a minute We gotta fight the snakes! We finally set sail Paddlin' thru the lily pads And the cypress trees Skeeters so big I swear They had feathered tails Oh What a day WHAT A DAY! HEY! HEY! HEY! Floatin' along makin' our casts Gonna hook that big mouth bass Then I had a big one hit Saw the water roll and heard the sound The seat I was using musta been round I jerked the rod to set the hook Buddy's yelling "Holy shit!" But the f***er had turned loose So I rolled right outta the boat Turns out that I don't float Couple hours later got hung up in a tree Tried to work that lure Outta its place Didn't work so I jerked with all my might It was like slow motion It came out and hit me right in the face! Oh What a day WHAT A DAY! HEY! HEY! HEY! WHAT A F***IN' DAY! Got a few on the stringer As we floated along Pulled it up to check And found that our fish were half as long Turns out that the turtle was bitin I said "Man, This is gonna someday be a song!" Clouds moved in and the thunder rolled Fish and the turtle quit So we decided to call it a day and strolled. Oh What a day WHAT A DAY! HEY! HEY! HEY! They say misery makes memories. I reckon that's true because you got this song.
