david allan coe
the fish aren't bitin' today
Take the jib sail down boys, take the jib sail down Turn this ship around boys, before we run aground The fish aren't biting today boys, fish aren't biting today I'm gonna lay on my bunk and get drunk as a skunk ?Cause the fish aren't biting today  There's six foot waves and my stomach craves Some good old Antiguan rum I put some away for a rainy day And the rain she's starting to come now  There's a northern wind and the lights are dim Like a good fresh Cuban cigar I got me a hutch where there might be a bunch In the Captions pickle jar, so