Sometimes I wonder if I've even got a song

But you can always sing the fishing blues 

And all that time there ain't no news 

Just see how long that you can't wait 

When you don't have no living bait 

You're washed ashore the sun is hot 

Row back again to another spot 

Throw your dead bait again 

Ain't caught no fish since don't know when 

Oh my God I got those fishing blues 

Oh this ain't no pleasure cruise 

Row back again to sit and wait 

And on the hook is my death bait