Oh Lord it's hard to be humble, with my fishing pole in hand Why I almost feel like another Bill Dance,not just an ordinary fisherman. Forgive me when I stretch the truth, about the one that got away Why we both know he's in the lake, waiting to be caught another day. Calm me oh Lord when my temper flares When my lines become tangled and I begin to swear. Help me to look upon my fishing buddy with patience, and grace Why just look at the big one's he's catching I'd like to punch him in the face! Lord please help me to think up a story, to tell to that wife of mine I told her I'd be home hours ago, I just lost track of time