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

Laid 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 a.m., 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

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 a.m., 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 a.m., 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