Goin' Fishin' - James Reyne

My friend got out of jail today

I picked him up and he just said Hi It was a victimless crime

He said I’m never going back

But I bet he will & I wonder why

He was such a good guy

But now he’s got it all wrong

The days down in the tap room

Blinking in the butter light

The bridges hanging

With river mist & birth right

Who would have thought

This could make such a right

Such a wrong

Hell I’ve got places to go he said

He’s burning rubber

There’s mud in your eye

Making your plans while

30 years of a half life

Just passes you by We were such bail birds

We had nothing to pack

The days down in the map room

Worryin' about the same things

Just leave the mess

For cabbages & kings

I’m gonna get on that train

And I ain’t coming back

Chorus ~

I’m going fishing

Where the catfish bite

I’m going fishing

We can stay all night

I’m going fishing

And I ain’t coming back.

Did you ever give yourself

A muscular past

Standing in some others shoes

Everybody thinks that you’ve

Been living in an airport

London to Old Kathmandu

We were such bail birds

We had nothing to pack

The days down in the tap room

Blinking in the butter light

The bridges hanging

With river mist & birth right

I’m gonna get on that train

And I ain’t coming back

I’m going fishing

Where the crawfish bite

I’m going fishing

We can stay all night

I’m going fishing

And I ain’t coming back