Sometimes I wonder if I've even got a song   But you can always sing the fishing blues    And all that time there ain't no news    Just see how long that you can't wait    When you don't have no living bait    You're washed ashore the sun is hot    Row back again to another spot    Throw your dead bait again    Ain't caught no fish since don't know when    Oh my God I got those fishing blues    Oh this ain't no pleasure cruise    Row back again to sit and wait    And on the hook is my death bait