The Fishin' Hole

Well now, take down your fishing pole And meet me at the fishing hole We may not get a bite all day But don't you rush away What a great place to rest your bones And mighty fine for skipping stones You'll feel fresh as a lemonade a-setting in the shade Whether it's hot, whether it's cool Oh what a spot for whistling like a fool What a fine day to take a stroll and wind up at the fishing hole I can't think of a better way to pass the time of day We'll have no need to call the roll When we get to the fishing hole They'll be you, me, and old dog, trey to do the 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 sit and jaw Hanging around, taking our ease Watching that hound a scratching at his fleas I'm gonna take down my fishing pole And meet you at the fishing hole I can't think of a better way To pass the time of day