I went fishing with my dad
He showed me how to hook the bait
He showed me how to cast the rod
He never, ever mentioned God
We were in a different state
We stood there fishing side by side
I made up stories; he just smiled and smiled
We didn't catch a single fish
Which was, I think, my father's wish
I went fishing with my dad
I went fishing with my dad
The sun grew shorter, short still
The few words we had spoken ceased
As time kept on I lost my will
To live
Fatigue
Increased
Hey, Dad, too bad we caught no trout
He said, "I hadn't noticed, son"
You hadn't noticed, Dad, how come?
He said, "Because I was having too much fun"
Really, really, really, Dad
Yes, we were having too much fun
Really, really, really, Dad
I was listening to you chatter
And it really didn't matter
What we caught and what we didn't
'Cause at least my kid is interested
In what his old man has to say
What a perfect way
To spend a perfect Saturday
Saturday
Ooh woah woah woah
Ooh Ooh
I went fishing with my son
I taught him how to hook the bait
I taught him how to cut the slack
He caught a trout, but threw it back
And
It
Was
Great