(Verse 1)
I cast my line out past the lily pads and weeds
Hoping for a lunker to fulfill all of my needs
But I’m a man of substance, let’s just say I’m built for comfort
And when I leaned back for a tug, the dock began to suffer
The wood gave a groan and the line gave a snap
My lucky neon spinner fell right into the trap
I watched it sink away into the murky, deep abyss
A heartbreaking moment that no fisherman should miss.
(Chorus)
Oh, that's just great...
My favorite lure is sittin' on the bottom of the lake.
So I came back with my snorkel and my mask,
To see if I was up to such a monumental task.
Didn't find that rooster tail I was lookin' for,
Just a weird old rock and a different kind of lure.
(Verse 2)
The next day I was back, squeezed in neoprene so tight
I looked like a giant grape ready for a fight
I strapped on my goggles, they were foggin' up with steam
I waddled to the water like a nightmare in a dream
I dived off the end and the water level rose
I got a crawdad pinched right on one of my toes
I was kickin’ and a-fannin’, stirrin’ up the silt and mud
Searching for my spinner like a needle in a flood.
(Chorus)
Oh, that's just great...
My favorite lure is sittin' on the bottom of the lake.
So I came back with my snorkel and my mask,
To see if I was up to such a monumental task.
Didn't find that rooster tail I was lookin' for,
Just a weird old rock and a different kind of lure.
(Outro)
Yeah, the rock is kind of lumpy and the lure is rusted red
But I’m just happy that my snorkel didn't fill up with the bed
I’ll head back to the truck and I’ll try another day
With a brand new rock... and the one that got away.
(Acoustic guitar fades out with a final twang)
音楽のスタイル
Country, Happy, funny , Whimsical, Male Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Laid-Back, Bluegrass, Folk