[Verse 1] Down at the fish camp where the river bends just so, Cast iron's smoking, catfish rolling in the cornmeal dough. Hush puppies popping, coleslaw in the bowl, Saturday at the fish camp, feeding body and soul. [Chorus] Catfish fry at the fish camp, everybody's here, Grandma's secret batter, ice-cold Suwannee beer. Paper plates and pickles, stories getting tall, Catfish fry at the fish camp, best night of them all. [Verse 2] Uncle's got the deep fryer rigged up on the dock, Kids are catching bream and throwing back the clock. Somebody brought a guitar, somebody's singing wrong, Catfish fry at the fish camp, that's my kind of song. [Chorus] Catfish fry at the fish camp, everybody's here, Grandma's secret batter, ice-cold Suwannee beer. Paper plates and pickles, stories getting tall, Catfish fry at the fish camp, best night of them all. [Bridge] You don't need a reservation or a fancy place to eat, Just a fire, a fryer, and the folks you want to meet. Suwannee County suppertime, the way it's always been, Pass the hot sauce, tell another one, and do it all again. [Outro - fiddle solo fade] Catfish fry... (best night of them all)... At the fish camp... (everybody's here)...
