I’m sitting on my lonesome Feet dangling into the creek Thinkin’ bout my sweetie And my prospects looking weak Thought we was forever And I loved that lady so Learned she don’t do fishin’ How in Hell was I to know And its holy dang it What the hell is wrong with you Marriage on the line here What the hell am I to do She was from the city Do I send her ass on back Who will bait my line now Do I throw this girl on back! You don’t need to iron Or make no fancy bed I don’t need a cook here But a fishing friend instead My friend introduced her He said whata special dish Now I want to slap him Cuz mine just doesn’t fish And its holy dang it What the hell is wrong with you Marriage on the line here What the hell am I to do She was from the city Do I send her ass on back Who will bait my line now Do I throw this girl on back! I pondered on a while What the hell am i to do, Next she’s skinny dippin And my brain went whoop Dee doo! I’m taking swimming lessons And fishing here can wait Think it’s time for dipping I think I’ll just cut bait And its holy dang it What the hell is wrong with you Marriage on the line here What the hell am I to do She was from the city Do I send her ass on back Who will bait my line now Do I throw this girl on back!
