Prompt / Lyrics
The morning mist was calm and clear, No sound but loons I love to hear. I tossed my line and took my time, The day ahead was feeling fine. Went off to sneak a smoke that day, Pretending I was fishing, hey! I smelled some smoke and turned around, A fire was blazing on the ground! No fish today, but that’s okay, We’ll blame the moon and drink all day. My bobber’s bored, my beer’s ice cold, These “whoppers” grow each time they’re told. Another day I caught a stone, The only bite was mine alone. Then hooked a boot that put up fight, No fish for me, but what a sight. Skunked so far, runnin out of bait Got a nibble, it's not too late! Then felt a pull, “this one is mine!” The fish was huge—it snapped my line. No fish today, but that’s okay, We’ll blame the moon and drink all day. My bobber’s bored, my beer’s ice cold, These “whoppers” grow each time they’re told. Was jigging cod one foggy dawn, Snagged one upside down, line so strong! If you weren't there, you’d think it’s lies, But laughter echoed ‘cross the skies. Out on my boat, the waves rolled free, My anchor rock betrayed poor me. A gust came strong, my craft took flight, I walked back home by evening light. No fish today, but that’s okay, We’ll blame the moon and drink all day. My bobber’s bored, my beer’s ice cold, These “whoppers” grow each time they’re told. One time on ice, the line went wild, That pull was fierce, my eyes were wide. I saw the fish but here’s the hitch, Too big to fit the icy pitch! I drilled my hole and grabbed my beer, The coldest seat you’ll find all year. I felt a tug, my heart yelled “win!”, Turned out my line was froze right in. No trophy catch, no dinner plate, But peace like that, I celebrate. The fish may hide, the day won’t fade, For joy is where my line was laid. No fish today, but that’s okay, We’ll blame the moon and drink all day. My bobber’s bored, my beer’s ice cold, These “whoppers” grow each time they’re told. The sun sank low, my shoulders burned, Still cast once more, my heart had turned. The splash, the laugh, the soft waves play, They keep me coming back each day. No fish today, but that’s okay, We’ll blame the moon and drink all day. My bobber’s bored, my beer’s ice cold, These “whoppers” grow each time they’re told. No fish today, but that’s okay, We’ll blame the moon and drink all day. My bobber’s bored, my beer’s ice cold, These “whoppers” grow each time they’re told. My bobber’s bored, my beer’s ice cold, These “whoppers” grow each time they’re told.
Tags
swamp rock with strong rock and roll / Rockabilly influences Male singers
Duration
3:27
Instrumental
No
Created
3/30/2026