Yellow-backed Fly

Carolina time, grab the fishing line.

Gonna get old jim with the yellow-backed fly.

Bought it in a store, paid a little more.

Gonna catch that fish with the yellow-backed fly.

Tried it last june with a lit firefly,

Layed it on the water with a perfect bullseye.

Well jim made a splash, gone in a flash.

Beneath the water i heard him laugh.

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.

Gonna catch old jim with the yellow-backed fly.

Gonna catch him right, gonna catch him quick.

Take him by surprise at the bottom of the crick (creek).

He lives beneath a rock, underneath the shade.

I will have him made with the yellow-backed fly.

Here i am at last, lying in the grass.

A quiet little cast with the yellow-backed fly.

Felt a little tug, well jim had bit the bug.

Then i let him run with the yellow-backed fly.

Jumped up on the land, spit it in my hand.

He said "nice try with the yellow-backed fly".

Then he swam away, i gave him a farewell.

Now i'm going home with a story to tell.

I put the truck in gear, i'll be back next year.

Gonna make a fly with a hypnotizing eye.

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.

Gonna catch old jim with the yellow-backed fly.

Twenty inches long, measured with a stick.

He's old jim but to me he's moby dick.

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.

Gonna catch old jim with the yellow-backed fly.

Twenty inches long, measured with a stick.

He's old jim but to me he's moby dick.