I don't want whiskey
Or even a good ale
Just want one more crappie
for my fishin pail

Don't want any scotch
Not even a cold beer
My float going under
will bring me lots of cheer

The day is getting late
And the sun is going down
This here old fellah
Has to head toward the town

The "gills were biting
And the crappies too
Just one more fish
And then I'll be through

Listen to me fish
I'm not talking in code
I want one more for my baby
And one more for the road Old Ship

by Michael C. Carter May 28, 2009