Hook line and sinker
By Marcus Burrell
[Verse]
She likes settin the hook and reelin em in, a six pack of beer and fried pork skins Got her waiders on and her old cane pole headed down to The fishin hole she drives a old Buick with only one blinker but I fell for her hook line and sinker [Verse] She trolls on over to her lucky spot drops her line in and gives it a shot Soakin up sunshine, watchin clouds roll by shes got long blond hair and steel blue eyes shes a small town girl shes kind of a stinker, but I fell for her hook line and sinker chorus When the sun sit down in the Arizona sky her eyes lit up with firefly light shes fine as they come and sly as a fox she got the magic in her tackle box verse Got the trollin motor set on low draggin line and movin slow uses a slab of bacon or a shad rap lure she got the fever and there aint no cure she drives, an, old, Buick, its, kind, of, a, clinker but I fell for her hook line and sinker instrumental She keeps the big ones, throws the little ones back catching her supper, with sun on her back, she likes the brookies and the rainbows too She laughs as the minnows slip through her shoes shes a small town girl shes kind of a stinker, drives an old buick oh what a clinker, shes a bottle of blond Not, much, of, a, thinker, but I fell for her hook line and sinker yeah Hook line and sinker
I took the bait
