Long
about even when the sun goes down,
down on the swanee where the water's brown,
half a can of worms and an old cane pole,
old man's fishing in the swimming hole.
Cork bobbing,
skeeter's bite,
cypress shadows in the cool moonlight,
emerald swimming in the warm moonshine,
hot time in Old Town tonight.
Whisk a fish a wallow in the bottom mud,
he's been around since Noah's flood,
stole a worm or two from his old man friend,
nibble nibble see the old man grin.
Cork bobbing,
skeeter's bite,
cypress shadows in the cool moonlight,
emerald swimming in the warm moonshine,
hot time in Old Town tonight.
Moonshine's brighter in the southern night,
fish still loose but the old man's tight,
*** a bite and run and it's back for more,
catfish eating while the old man snores.
Cork bobbing, skeeter's bite,
cypress shadows in the cool moonlight,
memory's swimming in the warm moonshine,
hot time in Old Town tonight.
Cork bobbing, skeeter's bite,
cypress shadows in the cool moonlight,
memory's swimming in the warm moonshine,
hot time in Old Town tonight.
Hot time in Old Town tonight.