Steve Martin - Yellow-Backed Fly lyrics

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Carolina time, grab the fishing line.

Gonna get old Jim with the yellow-backed fly.

Bought it in a store, paid a little more.

Gonna catch that fish with the yellow-backed fly.

Tried it last June with a lit firefly,

Layed it on the water with a perfect bullseye.

Well Jim made a splash, gone in a flash.

Beneath the water I heard him laugh.

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.

Gonna catch old Jim with the Yellow-Backed Fly.

Gonna catch him right, gonna catch him quick.

Take him by surprise at the bottom of the crick (creek).

(Bridge)

He lives beneath a rock, underneath the shade.

I will have him made with the yellow-backed fly.

Here I am at last, lying in the grass.

A quiet little cast with the yellow-backed fly.

Felt a little tug, well Jim had bit the bug.

Then I let him run with the yellow-backed fly.

Jumped up on the land, spit it in my hand.

He said "Nice try with the yellow-backed fly".

(Bridge)

Then he swam away, I gave him a farewell.

Now I'm going home with a story to tell.

I put the truck in gear, I'll be back next year.

Gonna make a fly with a hypnotizing eye.

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.

Gonna catch old Jim with the yellow-backed fly.

Twenty inches long, measured with a stick.

He's old Jim but to me he's Moby Dick.

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.

Gonna catch old Jim with the yellow-backed fly.

Twenty inches long, measured with a stick.

He's old Jim but to me he's Moby Dick.