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