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She likes settin the hook and reelin em in, a six pack of beer and fried pork skins Got her waders 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

She picks her lucky spot and Kicks off her boots
lets her hair down, humming an old country tune
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

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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

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Got the trollin moter set on low draggin line and movin slow
uses a slab of bacon and a shad rap lures
she likes Dragonfly s and a spinner for allure
she drives an old Buick its kind of a clinker, but I fell for her hook line and sinker

She keep the big ones and 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, but I fell for her hook line and sinker

shes a bottle of blond ,,Not, much, of a thinker,,
but I fell for her hook, line, and sinker