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| 1. |
| 2:58 | 
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Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time
Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. I went on down to my fav'rit fishin' hole Baby grab me a pole an' line. Throw my pole on in, caught a nine poun' catfish Now ya' know I brought 'im home for suppertime. Provin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Baby brother 'bout to run me outta my mind, Say, can I go fishin' wi' chu? I took 'im on down to the fishin' hole Now what do you think that he did do? Pulled a great big fish out da' bottom o' da pond, Now he laughed and jumped 'cause he was real gone. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Put 'im in da' pot baby put 'im in da' pan Honey cook 'im 'til he nice an' brown. Make a batch o' buttermilk, Hoe cakes Mama An' ya' chew them thangs an' ya' chomp 'em on down Singin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Play da' blues..... Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife She gonna Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, O Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Mama's goin' fishin, And the baby goin' fishin' too |
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| 2. |
| 4:12 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:33 |
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| 4. |
| 3:24 |
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| 5. |
| 5:34 |
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| 6. |
| 6:13 |
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| 7. |
| 3:39 |
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| 8. |
| 3:46 |
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If the river was whiskey
I would be a diving duck If the river was whiskey I would be a diving duck I would swim to the bottom, but I would drink my way up If you were a good woman I would never have to roam If you were a good woman I would never have to roam I'd give up drinking whiskey and I would always stay at home River go to the ocean, ocean go to the sea Why you ain't no good woman A mystery to me River go to the ocean, ocean go to the sea And like a fish has got to swim, you've got to make a fool out of me If the river was whiskey I would be a diving duck If the river was whiskey I would be a diving duck I would swim to the bottom, but I would drink my way up |
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| 9. |
| 5:30 |
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| 10. |
| 4:08 |
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| 11. |
| 18:55 |
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