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Fishin' in the Keys
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What some anglers gather for a fishing trip
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Myself and other musicians that I've met.
Song Info
Genre
Podcasts Comedy
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#2,437 today Peak #17
#539 in subgenre Peak #4
Author
Ed Laura
Rights
2005
Uploaded
April 06, 2008
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MP3 4.5 MB 128 kbps 4:57
Story behind the song
I came upon an actual list written by Captain Jerry Schmidt for a five day trip to the keys. I thought it rather excessive.
Lyrics
By Ed Laura Copyright 1996 Here's a little helpful tip, when planing out your fishing trip make a list of everything you'll bring. Frozen squid and a tackle box, if not left layin' on the docks will land a tarpon in the keys in spring. Go with me and pack with speed 'cause I've got everything we'll need Something for every purpose don't you think? I've even brought along a kitchen sink . I've got pillows, blankets, bed pads, sheets.tent and lawn chairs packed up neat. Wash clothes, towels and a bar of soap, tooth paste, tooth brush, floss and comb. There's Tums and aspirin, jock itch spray, razor, shampoo, bowls and plates sox, T-shirts, long pants and shorts. Fishing can be a heavy sport. The flashlight, clock and extension cord are all tied to the running board with the shower sandals and alcohol wipes, zip lock bags, spoons and knives. Clean underwear and a bathing suit, water shoes and wading boots, sunscreen, hat and coffee pot. What a load of crap that we've brought. A compass, charts and batteries, (can never have enough of these), cat food stuffed into chum bags, a charger, boat lights and extra rags. Minnow bucket, stringers, bread, an Aztec blanket for my bead, an aerator, nets and scoops, and Pepto Bismol for the poops. A calculator, tape and hose, a radio and rain coat goes, a formula to calculate the weights, coffee cups and paper plates. An extra anchor and shaving cream for driving to the anglers dream some marker buoys, gloves and nuts, and of course some toilet paper for our butts. We'll have Jimmy Buffett in our ears and say "Hemmingway, he once sat here". At Sloppy Joe's we'll order up some fries and cheeseburgers made in paradise. We'll be five days gone, three on the road. So what's the sense in all this load, paid up policies on our lives, and written signed permission from our wives. Along the way some fast munchies, an ice cold beer between my knees. I'll get us there if I don't get us dead. So come along with me. There's tarpon in the sea. An able angler always plans ahead.
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