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...