Fishin' on the Mississippi Songtext
von Buck Owens and His Buckaroos

In America, we′ve a state called Louisiana
Some of the music comes from Louisiana and it's called Cajun music
A good friend of ours, Bob Morris, wrote the song
And this is called Fishin′ On the Mississippi
It's a big river in America and goes like this: Don

Well, I'm fishin′ in the middle of the Mississippi River
And the water′s too muddy to drink
Big catfish bitin' on the little pole
And my baby′s waitin' on the bank

Well, you tried to make a livin′ on the Mississippi River
It's a mighty hard life to live
But I′m gonna build a house for my pretty little baby
And I'm gonna build it on the hill

Well, maybe if I'm lucky I′ll catch a catfish
And I′ll sell 'em for a dollar bill
Then I′m gonna buy another board and a pocketful of nails
For my little house on the hill


Well, I'm fishin′ in the middle of the Mississippi River
And the water's too muddy to drink
Big catfish bitin′ on the little pole
And my baby's waitin' on the bank

My pappy told me there′s sure gonna be
A lotta hard times a comin′ around
But I'd rather go a fishin′ on the Mississippi River
Than livin' in a cold, cold ground

Well, I can′t make whiskey like all the others
Oh, my baby would set me free
I have to go runnin' down the Mississippi River
When the law come callin′ on me

Well, I'm fishin' in the middle of the Mississippi River
And the water′s too muddy to drink
Big catfish bitin′ on the little pole
And my baby's waitin′ on the bank

Well, I'm fishin′ in the middle of the Mississippi River
And the water's too muddy to drink
Big catfish bitin′ on the little pole
And my baby's waitin' on the bank