Sitting at work wishing I was with you
On a bank of a river
Fishing
The sun shining, wishing it was warmer
You would bait my hook
Since I think it is cruel to wormies
We would sit and wait for something to bite
We would talk about everything and anything
And you would crack me up
Crip.
When one of us finally get a fish
We would look at it
I would kiss is
And we would throwit back
We would go home cold, wet, and happy
I couldn't picture a better day
Then being with you
On a bank of a river
Fishing