T'was the spring of 1732 I had settled down next to my favourite stump along the mighty Mississipp, justa pondering how them catfish was gonna taste after me and my bud Huck caught us a mess.
My dog Blue was at home herding the sheep; as he was a master of his craft, protecting even the fiercest of the Rams, coyotes be damned I say!
Me and Huck were pals and also strict competitors in Kick The Can Competitions.
All of a sudden the bell on my cane pole went to ringing and justa ringing upon ringing, that ole bell was ringing!
The grandpappy of the Mississipp had just bitten my worm and I was thrilled beyond my years.
I struggled to land the behemoth, my taste buds could hardly wait.
I had the notion to build a raft to land what would later end up being still just lore.
Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin', Ole' Mississipp, she's callin' my name.
Catfish are jumpin', that paddle wheel thumpin' Black water keep rollin' on past just the same.
I wish Blue was there to see it.
