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Four Bites Full Video (MV)




Performed By: Henry Crook Bird
Length: 2:06
Written by: Henry Bird-Postler




Henry Crook Bird - Four Bites Full Lyrics




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
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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
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Writer: Henry Bird-Postler
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