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Out On The Big Lake
03:18
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Out On The Big Lake
Out on the big lake
Watchin’ the mist rise
Out where the loons dance
This is my real life….
Rowin’ my old boat
Trollin’ a big spoon
Way on in my V-wake
I’ll see a trout soon
Chorus
Out on the big lake
Nothin’ can touch me
Except for the wind and rain
And the mornin’ sun….
And if the rain comes
There’s a cove I can pull to
With sandwich and coffee
I’ll watch that storm run
Chorus
Out on the big lake
Watchin’ the mist rise
Out where the loons dance
This is my real life
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2. |
Bubba Ray's Wish
03:33
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Bubby Ray’s Wish
I had a friend name of Bubba Ray
And he’d go fishing almost every day
And in West Texas you’ve got to love to fish ‘cause it’s a long way to water….
‘Bout every two days he’d hit the interstate
In his custom bass boat painted purple metalflake
Lookin’ for lunks in every pothole he’d find
Then one day in the not too distant past
Bubba Ray caught the fish that was to be his last
‘Cause when he relled it in that fish said, “Set me free and I’ll grant you one wish….”
Now Bubba Ray he just grinned from ear to ear
He said, “That’s what I’ve been waitin’ all my life to hear…”
“So listen up fish…here comes my wish!”
Chorus
Just give me a sixty-six Corvette
A pretty little dark-eyed girl….
Moonlight on a west Texas night
And a cooler full of ice-cold Pearl….
Some folks might wish for diamonds,
Some might wish never to grow old….
But give me that fast read car and that pretty little girl and keep them beers comin’, icey-cold.
That was the last I ever saw of Bubba Ray
But you can hear that Corvette growlin’ when the moon’s full some say
Followed by high girlish laughter
And the smell of beer on the breeze….
‘N me I go fishin’ every damn day
And when I catch my magic fish I’ll know exactly what to say,
So listen up fish…here comes my wish!
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3. |
Read the Water
04:24
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Read The Water
It’s a clear little stream
Tumblin’ cold from above the tree line
Calmin’ down as it reaches the meadow
And there through the aspen it winds….
And it was me getting’ all fired up
Strippin’ line and working out a fly
Figurin’ anywhere I dropped it would be perfect
But a little voice broke through, like a ripple from a rise….
Chorus
You’ve got to read the water
Before you cast your fly
You’ve got to read the water
Try and figure out where they lie
Well it’s just like a lot of things in life I confess
The odds just get better with an educated guess
You’ve got to read the water
Before you cast your fly
So I cooled my heels for just a minute
I kept my shadow off the water while I spied
I saw some ice-age boulders by the far bank
With a finny-looking shadow by their side….
So I false cast and eased out some fly line
I laid an Evening Dun above the last rise
Now that shadow just sipped that fly for dinner
My reel is singin’ out and I’m feelin’ so wise….
Chorus
I try to learn every time I go fishing
And I figured out a thing or two that day
Fools may rush in where angels fear to tread
But they don’t catch many fish that way….
Every stream that you fish is a mystery
All the clues within the reach of your line
Solutions lie there in pools, bends, and riffles
You’ve just got to slow it down, and take a little time….
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4. |
Rio Animas
04:56
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Instrumental
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5. |
No Tellum River
03:29
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No Tellum River
Stumblin’ around, before daylight
Loadin’ up my old truck, hope I get it right
Cane rods and fly reels, coffee thermos too
I can sleep about halfway there ‘cause my truck knows what to do….
Chorus
To Tellum River, that’s where I’m bound
Thirty-seven and a half miles from the Mystery Town
Just an hour as the crow flies from Many Names Lake
When you come to the fork in Whichaway Road
That’s the one you take.
When I talk about hogs, I mean the trouty kind
Cutbows and brownies, that’ll blow your mind
These fish are hungry, but they’re picky too
If you miss the Adams hatch the No Tellum fly will do….
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Stalkin’ The Wiley Catfish
Rum-soaked cigars and a clearing in the willows
Slow stretch of river and a good dog for a pillow
Bright cracklin’ fie, chasin’ the chill
Oh, we’re stalkin’ the wiley catfish tonight
Chorus
Bobber up! Bobber down!
Fish on, fish on, hold your ground
Don’t horse him, reel him in
Put him on your stringer bait your hook again….
Good sippin’ whiskey ‘n firewood smoke
Tricklin’ together, burnin’ down your throat
Bright shinin’ stars, whisperin’ cattail leaves
Yeah we’re stalkin’ the wiley catfish tonight
Chorus
Good stink bait, chicken livers
Wind off the water gives your old spine a shiver
Mosquitos whine, Lord this livin’ is fine
Yeah we’re stalkin’ the wiley catfish tonight
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7. |
If That Ain't Treasure
04:15
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If That Ain’t Treasure
My tackle box was my father’s
It’s a little beat up, painted Coleman green
He gave it to me when I was younger
It’s the only one I’ll ever need.
And it’s sat beside me
Down through the years now
On a rowboat seat o the bank of a stream
And the best of memories are tucked inside it
Alongside the lures and the fishing dreams.
Chorus
Now if that ain’t treasure
I don’t know what is
The rarest kind beneath the sun
Those fishing memories are passed down with it
From a fishing man to his fishing son
My grandpa always fished the big lakes
He liked to troll the cold and deep
More flash and sparkle was his theory
He never lacked lake trout to eat
When I turned eighteen, he lost his vision
He said his fishing days had flown
He sent me all his fishing tackle
Like a pirate’s chest of glittering gold
Chorus
Now if that ain’t treasure
I don’t know what is
The rarest kind beneath the sun
Those fishing memories are passed down with it
From a fishing man to his grandson
From fisherman to fisherman
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8. |
A River Runs Through It
04:03
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instrumental
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