Fishin' Little Mama
When she gets up out her chair, man, you better watch out
There’s gonna be a tussle, Lord, there ain’t no doubt
Cause she’s a fishin’ little mama - She’s a fishin’ little mama
She’s a fishin’ little mama - And I love that little girl so
If she catch a mess of flounder and I clean ‘em up
My baby let’s me drink from her lovin’ cup
Cause she’s a fishin’ little mama - She’s a fishin’ little mama
She’s a fishin’ little mama - And I love that little girl so
She ties her own leaders and she baits her own hook
Best of all, boys, my baby sure can cook
Cause she’s a fishin’ little mama - She’s a fishin’ little mama
She’s a fishin’ little mama - And I love that little girl so
You ought to see her with a spoon on a slow retrieve
The way she does it, man, make everyone believe
Cause she’s a fishin’ little mama - She’s a fishin’ little mama
She’s a fishin’ little mama - And I love that little girl so
She’s a fishin’ little mama - She’s a fishin’ little mama
She’s a fishin’ little mama - And I love that little girl so