Wish I Would've Fished More

Vs1) Folding chair and a shade tree After church on a sunday We'd pack a lunch and a tackle box with a couple of Mountain dews sometimes they wouldn't bite he'd sit right there and smoke His pipe I'd listen to His stories all afternoon Everytime I think of Him or skip a rock across a creek Or stick a cricket on a hook it makes Me stop & think Ch) I wish I would've fished more Took a little more time for Tossing a line in the water waiting for the cork to sink Summer's never last forever And life's too short I wish I would've fished more Vs2) Pit stop at the country store cowbell on the front door Checker table wooden floor Bait in a coffee can Some things never change And I thank God for that A dirt road and a cane pole Always takes Me back Repeat Ch Some We'd catch some We'd keep Some We'd just let go And The ones that got away He'd say Some are hard to hold Repeat Ch