Fishing the White River

Fishing the White River

One day in July of 89, Cod and I,
Went trout Fishing.
We arrived on
Uncle Marvin's farm.
Driving down the field road,
We cross the railroad tracks,
That familiar Rumble in a
1966 Chevy Pickup crossing them.
As we drive through the fields
of green Alfalfa,
I put a cassette in.
Hank Jr. is what's playing.
Back up to a big Oak tree,
Tailgate faces the water.
One generator running,
We crawl down and waltz in,
Fishing pole in hand.
Casting up a storm,
A strike comes, trout jumping,
We caught forty one that day.
Listening to Country State of Mind,
Brings back that memory,
Of Cod and I,
Fishing the Great White River.