文本歌词

Artist：steve martin
Songs Title：yellow-backed fly
Carolina time grab the fishing line
Gonna get old Jim with the yellow-backed fly
Bought it in a store paid a little more
Gonna catch that fish with the yellow-backed fly
Tried it last June with a lit firefly
Layed it on the water with a perfect bullseye
Well Jim made a splash gone in a flash
Beneath the water I heard him laugh
I go at six am quiet as a hymn
Gonna catch old Jim with the Yellow-Backed Fly
Gonna catch him right gonna catch him quick
Take him by surprise at the bottom of the crick （creek）
He lives beneath a rock underneath the shade
I will have him made with the yellow-backed fly
Here I am at last lying in the grass
A quiet little cast with the yellow-backed fly
Felt a little tug well Jim had bit the bug
Then I let him run with the yellow-backed fly
Jumped up on the land spit it in my hand
He said ＂Nice try with the yellow-backed fly＂
Then he swam away I gave him a farewell
I put the truck in gear I＇ll be back next year
Gonna make a fly with a hypnotizing eye
I go at six am quiet as a hymn
Gonna catch old Jim with the yellow-backed fly
Twenty inches long measured with a stick
He＇s old Jim but to me he＇s Moby Dick
I go at six am quiet as a hymn
Gonna catch old Jim with the yellow-backed fly
Twenty inches long measured with a stick
He＇s old Jim but to me he＇s Moby Dick