Fishing with Bill Greg Brown

(Greg Brown)

Man what a winter
Sorrow wide and deep
Is it just the media industry or the whole country
That is turning into sheep?
I wanna go to a good place
With a friend of mine
Cast our souls out in the river
And watch the whole deal shine
Some little crick in Massachusetts, just over the hill
Oh I, I'm goin' fishin' with Bill

Well, Bill, I bet he is a good fly caster
He grew up on these eastern brooks
Me, I grew up on the midwestern cricks
Casting crappie flies for chubs and such
But in my young imagination
I watched a Number 20 Coachman settle down
Sitting by the stove in that little library
Reading Roderick L. Haig Brown
I never did fish in Vancouver. I probably never will
I don't care. I'm goin' fishin' with Bill

Well, it's a long and noble tradition
Catching trout on the fly
When you're done, with the setting of the sun
Gonna drink a little bourbon if you're dry
See some folks out on the river
Cool, scientific and clean
They look like everything just kinda stuck to them
The last time they walked through ol' L. L. Bean
My friend, Dave, says the good fishermen are the ones who have fun and we will
Oh I, I'm goin' fishin' with Bill