C                                 G                               C

Hear that babbling brook go bubbling by

.       C                                       G                        C

I’m finkin’ of finding some fish to frippity fry

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F                                                  C

Down by the creek, whether weather’s bright or bleak

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Just a rod and a line, some tackle and time, each day of the week

Wigglin’ and a-wagglin’ through the water and they don’t ask why

Makes ‘em mighty tasty oh me oh my oh my

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Heat bug hookety-hooked that’s my fishing fly

Patience now please while papa’s playin’ out his lie

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See that silly sucker teeth sunk on the line

Got some good grub for me and that gal of mine

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Smothered in sputterin’ butter in the frying pan

Better than baking up beans in a battered tin can

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