Licensed To Reel

She's got fry that it seems to me

Reminds me of Childhood memories

Where every fish was as catch in the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And if I fish too long, I'd probably break down and cry

Whoa, oh, oh, sweet Trout o' mine

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, sweet Trout of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies

As if they broke my braid

I'd hate to hook into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

Her gills reminds me of a warm, safe place

Where as a child I'd hook

And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by

Whoa, oh, oh, sweet Trout o' mine

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, sweet Trout of mine