The old man he catches the fish in the morning
He rides the river every day
I sit on the bank and I holler when he passes
"hey, old man, are they biting today"
I wake up in the morning, thinking 'bout my troubles
I go down to the water and they pass away
And when the old man comes a-floating down the river
"hey, old man, are they biting today"
Now here we've got a thing that keeps on rolling
It ain't heavy, don't take it that way
The old man and me, we got a good thing going
He gets his fish and I sit all day
He gets his fish and I sit all day