The old man he catches the fish in the morning He rides the river every day I sit on the bank and I holler when he passes "Hey, old man, are they biting today?" I wake up in the morning, thinking 'bout my troubles I go down to the water and they pass away And when the old man comes a-floating down the river "Hey, old man, are they biting today?" Now here we've got a thing that keeps on rolling It ain't heavy, don't take it that way The old man and me, we got a good thing going He gets his fish and I sit all day He gets his fish and I sit all day...