Songtext von Hook, Line and Singer

I cinch it up tight every Thursday night I got a house band in Bosier city Working for the door, for a dollar a head Lord ain't this a pity I got a sweet little day gig that holds me together I'm a backhoe operator But you can go fly fishing with the music bug Catch you an alligator Hook line and singer Hook line and singer You can't hardly shake 'em When a craw daddy takes the bait Then The door flung open and in she strut Hush puppy I'm a babbling fool Talk about a back lash, eyes getting tangled About the time she mounted that stool She reeled me in on a treble hook Hauled my but to the church All the while I was faking my resisting Fighting back like a bellied up perch Hook line and singer Hook line and singer You can't hardly shake 'em When a craw daddy takes the bait