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