[verse 1] I hitched my hopes to a hickory cane Walked down past the cotton and grain Old man said with a squint and frown “Best learn the wind if you fish this town” [chorus] When the wind is from the East, the fish bite least When it’s from the West, they bite the best If it’s from the North, don’t venture forth But a Southern breeze? That’s when they feast! [verse 2] I cast my line by the willow bend Thought on the words of that weathered friend Sky turned gray, wind cut like bone Ain’t no fish when the chill blows home [chorus] When the wind is from the East, the fish bite least When it’s from the West, they bite the best If it’s from the North, don’t venture forth But a Southern breeze? That’s when they feast! [bridge] Some folks swear by lures and luck Others by prayer or a pickup truck But I just watch the treetops sway They’ll tell you more than the weatherman say [verse 3] Now I got tales of the ones that fought Of hooks they snapped and lines they caught But none so sure as the one I found— You don’t fight fish when the wind spins round [final chorus – with vocal harmony build] When the wind is from the East, the fish bite least When it’s from the West, they bite the best If it’s from the North, don’t venture forth But a Southern breeze? That’s bait in the mouth! [outro – fiddle solo over rhythm guitar] [end]
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