The Fishin' Hole Lyrics

Well, now, take down your fishin' pole
And meet me at The Fishin' Hole,
We may not get a b*** all day
But don't you rush away.
What a great place to rest your bones,
And mighty fine for skippin' stones,
You'll feel fresh as a lemonade,
A-settin' in the shade.

Whether it's hot,
Whether it's cool,
Oh what a spot
For whistlin' like a fool.

What a fine day to take a stroll
And wander by The Fishin' Hole,
I can't think of a better way
To pass the time o' day.
We'll have no need to call the roll
When we get to The Fishin' Hole,
There'll be you, me, and Old Dog Trey
To doodle time away.

If we don't hook a perch or bass,
We'll cool our toes in dewy grass,
Or else pull up a weed to chaw,
And maybe set and jaw.
Hangin' around,
Takin' our ease,
Watchin' that hound
A-scratchin' at his fleas.

Come on, take down your fishin' pole
And meet me at The Fishin' Hole,
I can't think of a better way
To pass the time o' day.