It's five, six, seven in the morning
Father and son headed out to the lake
Pop out the back, grab a pole and line
Lunch in the knapsack, dinner on the mind
Up the winding road on the edge of the canyon
Out by the dam in the virgin pines
Tucked in the hills with the greenhouse farms
Scattered in the shade by the worn out mines
Carrots and tea and a can of worms
Double-end paddle and a red canoe
Extra sweater and a pair of boots
A boy and a man and not one clue
It's nine, ten, eleven in the morning
Far past time when the fish are on the shoreline
Laid back, going through the motions
Staring at the sun and murdering time
And I've got one, two, three, four sunfish
Sitting in the back of my dad's old ranger
Bring 'em home to mom
Gonna gut 'em with a steak knife
Four bites full and your dinner's all done
Carrots and tea and a can of worms
Double-end paddle and a red canoe
Extra sweater and a pair of boots
A boy and a man and not one clue