The old man he catches
The fish in the morning
He rides the river every day
I sit on the bank and
I holler when he passes
"Hey, old man, are they biting today"
I wake up in the morning,
Thinking 'bout my troubles
I go down to the water
And they pass away
And when the old man comes
A-floating down the river
"Hey, old man, are they biting today"
Now here we've got a thing
That keeps on rolling
It ain't heavy, don't take it that way
The old man and me,
We got a good thing going
He gets his fish and I sit all day
He gets his fish and I sit all day
