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Talking Fishing Blues - Woody Guthrie (伍迪·格思里)
Written by：Guthrie
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Something grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk baptized on credit
Fishing down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
I handed it in
For national defence
Setting in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nutting but didn't much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Taking it easy yeah still waiting
Worm been gone off a that hook for a couple of hours
You go Fishing tell y' what to do
Go set down by the grassy dew
Take a piece of string tie it on yo' pole
And throw it way out in th' middle of th' hole
Find you a good shady tree and then just set down
Go to sleep forget all about it
Jumped in the river and went down deep
There was a hundred pound cat fish lying there asleep
I jumped on his back and rode him all around
Saddled him up and I came into town
People came running looking dogs a barking
Kids a squalling
Stagnate water's a stinking thing
Slick on top and all turned green
When the water goes bad the fish all run
Sit all day and not catch a one
Mud wallopers jewgars
A few little suckers
I waded out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big alligator gar
Brung him home across my back
Tail was dragging a mile and a half
Flipping and flopping
Sold him for a quarter
Shot craps got in jail
Early one morning I took me a notion
To go out a Fishing in the middle of the ocean
Throwed out my line I caught me a shark
I didn't get him home 'til way past dark
He's man eater tough customer
Just wasn't quite tough enough
Last last night I had me a dream
I was out Fishing in a whiskey stream
Baited my hook with apple jack
Threw out a drink drug a gallon back
Done pretty good till the creek run dry
I give the fish back to the finance company