| G | |
| And I love to fish |
| A7 | |
| I spend all day out on this lake |
| D | A7 | |
| And | hell is all I | catch |
| D | F#m | |
| Today she met me | at the door |
| G | G#dim | |
| Said I would have to | choose |
| D | A/C# | Bm | A | |
| If I | hit that | fishin | hole to | day |
| D | A/C# | Bm | A | |
| She'd be | packin | all her | things |
| G | A7 | |
| And | she'd be gone by | noon |
| Chorus |
| N.C. G |
| Well I'm gonna miss her |
| D | |
| When I get | home |
| A7 | |
| But right | now I'm on the lake shore |
| D | |
| And I'm | sittin in the sun |
| G | |
| I'm sure it'll | hit me |
| D | A/C# | Bm | |
| When I | walk through that | door to | night |
| A7 | G | |
| That | I'm gonna | miss her |
| A7 | D | |
| Oh, lookie | there, I've got a | bite |
| F# | Bm | |
| Now there's a chance | if I hurry |
| A7 | D | |
| I could beg her to | stay |
| F# | |
| But that water's right |
| Bm | |
| And the weather's perfect |
| E7 | A7 | |
| No tellin' what I might | catch today |
| Chorus |