I grab my pole and tackle box as I head for the lake
I hear mom say now son don’t be out to late
But the weather is great so I hurry to set out the poles
Because I know all of the best fishing holes
The sun feels warm as it hits my face
As I look across the wide open space
I wonder what it was like here many years ago
For the trees have grown and the rock have a shiny glow
The grass has been cut down so the crop can be planted
And the edge of the banks have been laid with granite
My heart begins to beat as I watch the pole starts to bend
As I give out a yell for help from my friend
The struggle has started as the line began to race out
But I was determined to win this great bout
My friend jump into the water with a net at his side
As we pulled out the trophy I almost started to cry
All the people began to clap at the end of this fight
As I hold in my hands a beautiful sight
So the story will be told as we think of the past
The fish that gave me the greatest blast