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Well if your baby ain't doin' you right and you're feelin' lowGo down to the woods take you a knife and cut you a fishin' poleThrow out your line wet your worm and everything will be alrightForget your troubles cast your blues and fish till the morning lightWell if you see me fishin' then you know we're fightin'And the woman ain't doin' me rightI'll be here on the creek bank catchin' catfish until the morning lightBack at the pad she's boilin' mad but there'll be no scrappin' tonightCause when she cools down I'll be back around Lord I'd rather fish than fight[ steel - fiddle ]Now if you got a little gal with a red hot temper boy here's what you better doJust take your tail to the water hole and fish away your bluesAnd while you're fishin' she'll be thinkin' and wonderin' what you're up toAnd when your stringer's full and you get back home she'll be missin' youWell if you see me fishin'...Yeah back at the pad... From Letras Mania