A little creek you could spit across
Jimmy and me each took one more toss
Our spinners bright in the evening air
People always said, There ain't no fish in there
Well grownups they ain't always right
Jimmy and me walked home slow that night
Right down Main Street in our P.F. Fliers
With two 5 lb. bass making grown men liars
Jimmy if I had known
I might have stopped fishing right then
It's just as well we don't know
When things will never be that good again
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you don't know if you don't go...
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