"Fishin" Chuck Picklesimer

Fishin copyright Chuck Picklesimer 2003 (3/4 time) For all of these years I thought I knew, (that) fishin was something I loved to do. Me and my son would take out our boat, or just sit there on old bank and wait. Drinking hot coffee first thing in the morning, warming up beans, or Scrambling eggs. Casting our lines into shady deep waters Just taking the time that it takes. Fishing on rivers and lakes. Reeling in memories.trolling for fate.casting off cares of the day. Each cast is a hope (and) each hope is a gift, imagining all that we may. Just taking the time that it takes. But now that hes grown and out on his own, our handsome young son Were so proud ofI finally realize that it wasnt just fishing that showed me Such rare kinds of joy. It only seemed special because I was sharing those times With my own special boy. Reeling in memories. Trolling for fate. Casting off cares of the day. Each cast is a hope (and) each hope is a gift, imagining all that we may. Just taking the time that it takes. Fishing on rivers and lakes. For all of these years I thought I knew (that) fishing was something I loved to do. It wasnt until I went fishing alone that I finally knew what I should have known, Reeling in memories. Trolling for fate. Casting off cares of the day. Each cast is a hope (and) each hope is a gift. Imagining all that we may. Just taking the time that it takes. (Just) sharing the times we can make. A son and a father and a red and white bobber, Just fishin just for goodness sake.

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YouTube | April 22, 2007

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