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Dim Wits in Bright Lights
is CowPattyCreek's 2nd studio offering. 17 years in the making, Dim Wits embodies the heart, mind, and soul of our ensamble... rockin rhythms and stupid stories. We did sprinkle a few tear jerking ballads in for you sentimental types. You might even find a few nuggets of Gospel truth here and there. So sit back and hang on!
Song Info & Lyrics
is CowPattyCreek's 2nd studio offering. 17 years in the making, Dim Wits embodies the heart, mind, and soul of our ensamble... rockin rhythms and stupid stories. We did sprinkle a few tear jerking ballads in for you sentimental types. You might even find a few nuggets of Gospel truth here and there. So sit back and hang on!
Song Info & Lyrics
The Bobber Song
Kildow's were out fishing one day and came upon a tree with a bunch of tangled up bobbers.
Hanna said it looked like a Christmas tree and told Luke he ought to write a song about that.
So he did.
Kildow's were out fishing one day and came upon a tree with a bunch of tangled up bobbers.
Hanna said it looked like a Christmas tree and told Luke he ought to write a song about that.
So he did.
I was talkin one day to a fellow co-worker
On the subject of fishin’, he said are you a perch jerker
I said I’m kinda partial to a plate of fried cat
But bream aint nothing to thumb your nose at
Jesus taught us how to be fisher’s of men
But to understand fishin’ you have to practice now and then
Went down to the lake, really just a big pond
Armed with some crickets, the hunt was on
It looked like Christmas when I rounded that corner
A whole bunch a bobbers in a variety of colors
I found the honey hole, it wasn’t hard to see
Cause somebody had previously marked it just for me
Yep this is the spot as you can plainly see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree
I found the honey hole, somebody marked it just for me
They left all their bobbers hanging in the tree
It was a Christmas tree hanging over bluegill heaven
A yuletide memorial of miscalculation
This is the spot as anyone can see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree
Some folk’s go a fishin’ and some go a catchin’
Some head to McDonald’s, but some to the kitchen
I like them fried but Jesus liked them grilled
You’ll catch a big mess, if it’s in his will
Once there was a day when Jesus needed some money
The way he went about it was really kinda funny
He said Peter go down to the lake and catch a fish
You’ll find money in his mouth, that’d be my wish
It was a Christmas tree hanging over bluegill heaven
A yuletide memorial of miscalculation
This is the spot as anyone can see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree
There’s a lesson we can learn from this little fish song
Castin bobbers near the bushes is right where we belong
If you get hung up and the devil breaks your line
Tie another bobber on and just keep on tryin’
Yep this is the spot as you can plainly see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree
I found the honey hole, somebody marked it just for me
They left all their bobbers hanging in the tree
It was a Christmas tree hanging over bluegill heaven
A yuletide memorial of miscalculation
This is the spot as anyone can see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree
On the subject of fishin’, he said are you a perch jerker
I said I’m kinda partial to a plate of fried cat
But bream aint nothing to thumb your nose at
Jesus taught us how to be fisher’s of men
But to understand fishin’ you have to practice now and then
Went down to the lake, really just a big pond
Armed with some crickets, the hunt was on
It looked like Christmas when I rounded that corner
A whole bunch a bobbers in a variety of colors
I found the honey hole, it wasn’t hard to see
Cause somebody had previously marked it just for me
Yep this is the spot as you can plainly see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree
I found the honey hole, somebody marked it just for me
They left all their bobbers hanging in the tree
It was a Christmas tree hanging over bluegill heaven
A yuletide memorial of miscalculation
This is the spot as anyone can see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree
Some folk’s go a fishin’ and some go a catchin’
Some head to McDonald’s, but some to the kitchen
I like them fried but Jesus liked them grilled
You’ll catch a big mess, if it’s in his will
Once there was a day when Jesus needed some money
The way he went about it was really kinda funny
He said Peter go down to the lake and catch a fish
You’ll find money in his mouth, that’d be my wish
It was a Christmas tree hanging over bluegill heaven
A yuletide memorial of miscalculation
This is the spot as anyone can see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree
There’s a lesson we can learn from this little fish song
Castin bobbers near the bushes is right where we belong
If you get hung up and the devil breaks your line
Tie another bobber on and just keep on tryin’
Yep this is the spot as you can plainly see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree
I found the honey hole, somebody marked it just for me
They left all their bobbers hanging in the tree
It was a Christmas tree hanging over bluegill heaven
A yuletide memorial of miscalculation
This is the spot as anyone can see
Cause there’s all them bobbers hangin in that tree