Long Gone Fishing

I've been working past dark for three long years Loading up that flatbed, hauling steel Never seen a tall man so low, but he just won't listen I should burn this gas right off and go fishing You better come on in my kitchen You better come on in my kitchen Well it's been a long long day burning wire Can you hear that sweet Caddis rise I could set this framing wood on fire Then I'd be a long gone fishing on your dime Should be swimming off the lake shore with my old friends Sit and Holler at the ladies there at the inn But I couldn't stand that lilly man, or his business So I kicked his ass to get back fishing You better come on in my kitchen You better come on in my kitchen Well it's been a long long day burning wire Can you hear that sweet Caddis rise I could set this framing wood on fire Then I'd be a long gone fishing on your dime