Living Lyrically Teresa Lynn Johnson: TIME TO GO

Saturday, August 25, 2012

TIME TO GO

I was playing “The Fishing Song”

It’s my favorite Paisley tune

The vicious look she sent me

Made me turn it down on two

Advancing in her lingerie

She whispered into my ear

I’m so sick of eating fish

And of you smelling like beer

She wrinkled up her pretty nose

When I spit into a can

Told me that my muscle car

Didn’t prove I was a man

My radar kicked into high gear

I turned up my favorite song

No one has to tell me man

That I’ve been here way too long

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I got a twelve pack

Grabbed a can of Skoal

My new tackle box

And my fishing pole

I reached for the keys

To the GTO

Said goodbye baby

Time for me to go

Whoa

Time to go

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I made record time to the dock

Almost dove into the boat

Thankful I escaped in time

She was going for the throat

I’ll just cast out the fishing line

And lean back to take a chew

Pray that city girl can’t swim

I don’t want to share my brews

Yeah she probably left when I did

Sounded like she’d had enough

Aah …if I don’t catch a fish

I know I can catch a buzz