Fish Like Hell & Tell It Better

A long clock screen bound for A.M. Coffee and a thermos and a mouth at den. Truck lights cut through the sleepy pines. Bonehead water for the sun can shine. Ain't no one out here but the stars and me. Couple hungry bass and a half warm breeze. My whole life runs on a simple rule set. I live by a model that served me well. Chase them hard then upgrade the tail. Look for life, work that real. Fish like hell just to make that meal. And when I'm back at the dock with the boys at night, everybody's growing extra five inches in height. sounds real well if you ask my creed I'll tell you plain as the weather I fish like hell and I'll tell it better Get to downer later with my hat still wet Cooler in the truck, tall, tall, sick Called her monster boys, you should've been there Hand spread wider than a lawn chair Truth is, she was decent, maybe three, four pounds Still made my drag sing a holy sound But had some thunder in a busted door Next thing you know, it's a lake from war When I'm back at the bar with the beer in hand That nice little catch turns the largest in the land Yeah, I cast all day, let the story swell Each retail picking up one more shell If you want my creed stitched on a sweater I fish like hell And I tell it better One day I'll take my kid to that same old spot Teach him how to cast And what truth mostly is not Say work hard, have fun Keep your heart right, son But it's okay if your fish grows a little each night End up before light, hearts at ease Chasing big dreams on little old seas And when the day's done, sitting round that fire We'll let each cast climb a little bit higher Yeah, I pray real honest, but my fish tails swell Saint and church on the lake night as well Fish like hell And I tell it better