Ol' catfish in the lake we called him Big Jim

When I was a kid my only wish was to get my line in him

Skipped church one Sunday rowed out and throw'd in my line

Jim took that hook pole and me right over the side

Went driftin' down past old tires and rusty cans of beer

The angel of the lake whispered in my ear

"Before you choose your wish son

You better think first

With every wish there comes a curse"



I fell in love with beautiful Doreen

She was the prettiest thing this old town'd ever seen

I courted her and I made her mine

But I grew jealous whenever another man'd

Come walkin' down the line

And my jealousy made me treat her hard and cruel

She sighed "Bobby oh Bobby you're such a fool

Don't you know before you choose your wish

You'd better think first

'Cause with every wish there comes a curse"



These days I sit around and laugh

At the many rivers I've crossed

But on the far banks there's always another forest

Where a man can get lost

Well there in the high trees love's bluebird glides

Guiding us 'cross to another river on the other side

And there someone is waitin' with a look in her eyes

And though my heart's grown weary

And more than a little bit shy

Tonight I'll drink from her waters to quench my thirst

And leave the angels to worry

With every wish...