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THE NEXT CAST IS THE ONE
[Verse 1]
Shaun, Joe and Brian were up before the dawn,
Yesterday they killed it, so today they carried on.
Their backs were sore, their eyes were red, they barely got some sleep,
But fish don’t jump into the boat while fishermen count sheep.
They packed the rods, they packed the bait, they packed the cooler tight,
With beer and stuffed jalapeños that they made just last night.
They fired up the motor underneath the rising sun,
Three tired-ass fishermen out looking for some fun.
[Pre-Chorus]
They’ve tried it shallow, tried it deep,
Tried every honey hole,
But every fish beneath that boat
Has one collective goal:
DON’T BITE!
[Chorus]
But the next cast is the one, boys,
The next cast is the one!
We ain’t caught a damn thing yet,
But we ain’t nearly done.
So crack another cold one,
Put another worm upon—
The next cast is the one, boys,
THE NEXT CAST IS THE ONE!
[Verse 2]
Yesterday was legendary, fish were biting left and right,
Today you’d think those little bastards all had lost their appetite.
Joe switched up his tackle, Shaun said, “Try that other spot,”
Brian swore, “They’re under us!”
Apparently they’re not.
They’ve got bacon-wrapped jalapeños stuffed with cream cheese gold,
They’ve got sandwiches and tackle and enough damn beer that’s cold.
They’ve got everything required for a fishing trip that’s fun,
Except the minor detail that they haven’t caught a one.
[Pre-Chorus]
But hope springs eternal
In a fisherman’s dumb heart,
’Cause every empty-handed cast
Just means another start!
[Chorus]
Yeah, the next cast is the one, boys,
The next cast is the one!
We ain’t caught a damn thing yet,
But we ain’t nearly done.
So crack another cold one,
Put another worm upon—
The next cast is the one, boys,
THE NEXT CAST IS THE ONE!
[Bridge]
Maybe it’ll weigh ten pounds,
Maybe twenty-three,
Maybe it’s the biggest damn fish
That lake has ever seen.
Just measure that sucker twice, boys,
Before you celebrate,
’Cause nobody wants the game warden
Waiting at the gate.
[Breakdown]
Legal size?
CHECK!
Fishing license?
CHECK!
Beer still cold?
HELL YES!
Any fish?
…
NOPE!
[Final Chorus]
BUT THE NEXT CAST IS THE ONE, BOYS!
The next cast is the one!
There’s a big ol’ bastard down there,
And we ain’t nearly done!
Keep the cooler cold,
Keep the motor running strong,
Keep the game warden happy
And we’ll all get along!
Yeah, Shaun and Joe and Brian,
They’ll be fishing till they’re done,
’Cause the next cast is the one, boys…
THE NEXT CAST IS THE ONE!
[Outro — spoken]
Brian: “I swear I just had a bite.”
Shaun: “That was the bottom.”
Joe: “Shut up and cast.”
Details
GeneratedSep 16, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Upbeat bluegrass country, driving banjo, lively fiddle, stomps, raspy male vocal, rowdy catc
Credits
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KrisUnsupervisedModelAria v6
