MONTANA
Written by: Barry P. Foley Copyright © 12 November 2004
I got a letter, from mama, said „Boy, when are you coming home“ Your Dad wants to go fishing, but he won’t go alone Cause all of his old fishing buddies have all up and died He won’t ask you himself, you know about his foolish pride
I caught the first plane to Great Falls, hired a car from the airport lounge Drove two hours north in the rain, got home as the sun as went down
Next day, took my Dad fishing, rowed him out to his favorite hole He sat there, didn’t say much and I realized he’d gotten old Then he said „Son, I gotta tell you, just how happy you make me today“ “The catfish ain't biting and the fishin' is downright bad!, but the beer is ok!”
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