The Fishing Hole

(Man and boy laughing, water splashing)

(Verse)
Saturday morning, sun just peeking through the trees  
Old truck rumbling down that gravel road with ease  
Grandpa’s got his cap pulled low, a smile on his face  
Says, “We’ll catch a memory or two in our favorite place”

(Chorus)
Just a boy and his grandpa, out where the river bends  
Casting lines and stories, waiting for the day to end  
The fish might bite or they might just swim away  
But I’ll remember this, every single day
Just a boy and his grandpa, where the river meets the land  
Holding more than fishing poles, I’m holding his hand  
The fish might bite or they might just swim away  
But I’ll remember this, every single day

(Verse 2)
He shows me how to tie a knot and bait the line just right  
Tells me ‘bout the big one that got away one night  
We laugh when my bobber bobs, and I reel too fast  
He says, “Slow down, son, these moments aren’t meant to pass”

(Chorus)
Just a boy and his grandpa, out where the river bends  
Casting lines and stories, waiting for the day to end  
The fish might bite or they might just swim away  
But I’ll remember this, every single day
Just a boy and his grandpa, where the river meets the land  
Holding more than fishing poles, I’m holding his hand  
The fish might bite or they might just swim away  
But I’ll remember this, every single day

(Bridge)
The sun dips low, painting gold across the sky  
We pack up the tackle, and I catch his knowing eye  
He says, “Someday you’ll bring your boy right here too”  
And I know in my heart, those words are true

(Chorus)
Just a boy and his grandpa, out where the river bends  
Casting lines and stories, waiting for the day to end  
The fish might bite or they might just swim away  
But I’ll remember this, every single day
Just a boy and his grandpa, where the river meets the land  
Holding more than fishing poles, I’m holding his hand  
The fish might bite or they might just swim away  
But I’ll remember this, every single day

Slow country, male