My baby'd been wishing
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That I'd take her fishing
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So we waited on the perfect day
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Hitched up my old john boat
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To see if it would still float
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Should've seen the smile on her face
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I found a little cove, dropped the lines, to try our luck
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Before too long she said it's starting to heat up
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So she took off her shirt
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Said I'll get a little sun
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Handed me the Coppertone
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Man I had me some fun
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I rubbed it in real good, and I didn't miss a spot
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And I got to see that little pink bikini top
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Cause the fish weren't bitin'
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She said I'll lay out a little
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But if we get a nibble
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I want to be the one to reel him in
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I said a¢æ©«baby you got ita¢æ?
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We'll tell a¢æ?em all you caught it
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But you're getting some red there on your skin
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So I rubbed her down again, she said baby that feels nice
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Won't you lay right here beside me, she didn't have to ask me twice
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I kissed her lips
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As the sun went down
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We lost track of time
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As we floated around
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That john boat rocked out there in the dark
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She still claims I stole her heart
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Cause the fish weren't bitin'
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We still laugh about that little fishing trip we took
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To this day, she don't know, I didn't bait the hook
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You know I love to catch a¢æ?em, but brother I won't lie
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I had the best day of my life
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Cause the fish weren't bitin'
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No the fish weren't bitin'
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Fish Weren't Bitin'
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| Craig Morgan |
