Fishing Season Blues

I’m wishin’ I was fishin’

As I toil through my day

A putting out my stories in the same old usual way

But I’d rather be a trollin’ for the one that got away

I’m wishin I was fishin’

As I write on through the night

‘Cause the stories got to go out, and they got to go out right

But I’d rather have a fish on stretchin’ my line tight

I’m wishin’ I was fishin’

As I labor through the week, but sometime with my line out is all I really seek

And I’d quickly trade my ink pen for a boat that doesn’t leak.

I’m wishin’ I was fishin’

As I struggle through the year, but I gotta put my time in, ‘cause the cost of livin’s dear

But even with no luck, fishins’ more fun than being here

I’m wishin’ I was fishin’

As I strive forth with my life, through bad times and sad times, I can handle all the strife

Cause after I’ve been fishin’ I don’t even mind the wife.

Words of Whit
Words of Whit