Yellow-backed Fly letra

Carolina time, grab the fishing line.
Gonna get old jim with the yellow-backed fly.
Bought it in a store, paid a little more.
Gonna catch that fish with the yellow-backed fly.

Tried it last june with a lit firefly,
Layed it on the water with a perfect bullseye.
Well jim made a splash, gone in a flash.
Beneath the water i heard him laugh.

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.
Gonna catch old jim with the yellow-backed fly.
Gonna catch him right, gonna catch him quick.
Take him by surprise at the bottom of the crick (creek).

He lives beneath a rock, underneath the shade.
I will have him made with the yellow-backed fly.
Here i am at last, lying in the grass.
A quiet little cast with the yellow-backed fly.

Felt a little tug, well jim had bit the bug.
Then i let him run with the yellow-backed fly.
Jumped up on the land, spit it in my hand.
He said "nice try with the yellow-backed fly".

Then he swam away, i gave him a farewell.
Now i'm going home with a story to tell.
I put the truck in gear, i'll be back next year.
Gonna make a fly with a hypnotizing eye.

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.
Gonna catch old jim with the yellow-backed fly.
Twenty inches long, measured with a stick.
He's old jim but to me he's moby dick.

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.
Gonna catch old jim with the yellow-backed fly.
Twenty inches long, measured with a stick.
He's old jim but to me he's moby dick.

Steve Martin - Letras

• Athiests Don't Have No Songs
• Best Love
• Calico Train
• Daddy Played The Banjo
• Go Away, Stop, Turn Around, Come Back
• I Like You
• Jubilation Day
• King Tut
• Late For School
• Pretty Flowers
• Pretty Little One
• Women Like To Slow Dance
• Yellow-backed Fly
• You