With a fishing line and a pick-up truck, lots of talking big With a willow branch and a bright new shiny pig I'm gonna lay down on the riverbank, ain't got nothing on my mind Gonna make believe I'm a Huckleberry fan Me and the boy, going down to the fishing hole Me and the boy, making like it's a wishing well For me and the boy, me and the boy Lit a fire and made some coffee, lying here at Rainbow's End I could feel the morning sun shining through the trees We've been fishing for a while when the boy looked up With those young and trusting eyes Saying, Daddy, won't you tell me again about the birds and the bees Me and the boy, going down to the fishing hole Me and the boy, making like it's a wishing well For me and the boy, me and the boy Your mama's staying at home, she's cooking the Sunday meal I just can't wait to find out how good that meal's gonna feel inside For me and the boy, me and the boy Whistling With intense concentration and the best will in the world Couldn't do it, couldn't stay awake for long Well, I woke up to the sound of the boy, he was shouting Daddy, we caught a big one I'm gonna come here every Sunday from now on Me and the boy, going down to the fishing hole Me and the boy, making like it's a wishing well For me and the boy, me and the boy Me and the boy, me and the boy Gone fishing *