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Well, I love her |
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But I love to fish |
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I spend all day out on this lake |
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And hell is all I catch |
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But today she met me at the door |
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Said I would have to choose |
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If I hit that fishin hole today |
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She'd be packin all her things |
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And she'd be gone by noon. |
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Well, I'm gonna miss her |
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When I get home |
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But right now I'm on this lakeshore |
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And I'm sittin' in the sun |
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I'm sure it'll hit me |
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When I walk through that door tonight |
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Yeah, I'm gonna miss her |
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Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite, all right! |
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Now there's a chance that if I hurry |
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I could beg her to stay |
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That water's right |
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And the weather's perfect |
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No tellin' what I might catch today. |
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So I'm gonna miss her |
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When I get home |
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But right now I'm on this lakeshore |
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And I'm sittin' in the sun |
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I'm sure it'll hit me |
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When I walk through that door tonight |
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Yeah, I'm gonna miss her |
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Oh, lookie there, another bite |
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Yeah, I'm gonna miss her |
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Oh, lookie there I've got a bite... |
