Hold On, My Rod’S Calling

Got my truck back down to the waterline Tacklebox over, world off my mind Phone in the cup holder, buzzing like a bee Boss bills X all looking for me I see that name light up on the glass Swipe it to the side, let it roll on past That little bell jiggling on my line in the spray So hold on, my ride's calling Got a nibble on the line and the river's talking Voice mail can catch on made my choice. Yeah, the only ring I'm taking out here this morning is that soft little jingle saying, hold on, my rod's cold. Group text popping like a fish on the phone, message call me right back love you ma but this base got me under attack there's a heron on the log frog singing in the reeds sun on the water doing just what I need every ring every ding from that smart brick screen gets quieter than the crickets in this backwood scene so hold on Got a tap, tap, tap, and this float is falling Emails drama, y'all keep stalling Today my job is just this cast I'm hauling If it ain't moonlight, shoreline, or a fish that's jawing You can keep on ringing till the sunset's on it Yeah, the only thing I'm answering out here this morning is that tiny bell singing Hold on my rod's calling One day they'll say I missed a couple calls Didn't jump each time when the world said y'all But my soul remember what my phone kept stalling You can't hear God's whisper when you answer every calling Got a fight on the line and my stress is falling Let the voicemail sort what the world keeps throwing I'm busy with this river and the pieces showing If it ain't frying in a pan or tugging this rail it can wait till later when I've cleaned this still Out here the only ring worth answering This mornin' is that bell on the tip saying hang up son your rods