Wasps Under a Toy Boat - Phil Kieran & Bush Tetras

This whiskey sure tastes fine right now But it ain't doing the trick, no Yeah, it ain't getting me gone enough To make my mind forget That one shot, two shot, three shot more Don't change the fact She ain't in the picture any more This bar stool ain't working But if anything can It'll be me on a dock pushin' off of dry land I need a lake, a little bit of bait I'd even take a creek I'm tired of all these concrete streets We were running down Yeah, what I need right now Is some roddin' and some reelin', first catch feeling Praying to the Man for some muddy water healing Don't need no sad song on my radio Burning up some black smoke, down a back road I need a boat I need a boat Don't care if it's a pontoon Brand new, been used As long as it'll fish Just wanna cast it out yonder Let my mind wander off to anything but this I'm tired of running into all my friends Asking if I'm over her loving Yeah, but out there where the river lets in Them fish don't ask me nothing I need a lake, a little bit of bait I'd even take a creek I'm tired of all these concrete streets We were running down Yeah, what I need right now Is some roddin' and some reelin', first catch feeling Praying to the Man for some muddy water healing Don't need no sad song on my radio Burning up some black smoke, down a back road I need a boat I need a boat I need some peace and quiet I don't know who the hell is gonna buy it Yeah, but I need a boat I need a lake, a little bit of bait I'd even take a creek I'm tired of all these concrete streets We were running down Yeah, what I need right now Is some roddin' and some reelin', first catch feeling Praying to the Man for some muddy water healing Don't need no sad song on my radio Burning up some black smoke, down a back road I need a boat I need a boat I need a boat I need a boat Real, real bad

Everything I learned about life I learned out on that bank From gettin' up early, comin' up empty And good things come to those that wait Money doesn't grow on trees The difference in talking and shootin' the breeze I remember thinkin' wouldn't it be cool To have an old flat bottom and an Evinrude? And Daddy saying, "Son, don't they bite just fine right here?" He'd say, "Love what you got, buddy, not what you ain't" And just about then that bobber would sink And that outboard dream of mine would disappear I grew up pretty lucky as far as lucky goes Too broke for a boat He could've picked up an extra shift Or a weekend at the factory But every Sunday was saved for Jesus And Saturdays, he spent with me 'Til that summer would fall I didn't know we had it all I remember thinkin' wouldn't it be cool To have an old flat bottom and an Evinrude? And Daddy saying, "Son, don't they bite just fine right here?" He'd say, "Love what you got, buddy, not what you ain't" And just about then that bobber would sink And that outboard dream of mine would disappear I grew up pretty lucky as far as lucky goes Too broke for a boat Too broke for a boat I remember thinkin' wouldn't it be cool To have an old flat bottom and an Evinrude? And Daddy saying, "Son, don't they bite just fine right here?" He'd say, "Love what you got, buddy, not what you ain't" And just about then that bobber would sink And that outboard dream of mine would disappear I grew up pretty lucky as far as lucky goes Too broke for a boat Too broke for a boat