BLUE skies mighty temptin', an' the sunbeams coaxin', too, br An' my wo'k is gettin' harder ebery day; br Ain't a-takin' any int'rest in de things I has t' do, br Jes' sittin' heah an' wishin' time away. br Jes' a-wishin' fo' de fishin' br An' de wet line gayly swishin' br As I fling it t' de middle o' de stream, br An' I let it drif' and dribble, br Till I feel de pick'rel nibble, br Dat 's de burden o' my everlastin' dream. br br Dere is some folks call it hook worm, an' dere's others say dat I br Am jes' nacherly inclined t' laziness; br An' I aint a-goin' t' quarrel or dispute or argufy, br It's de fishin'-hunger 's got me though, I guess. br Jes' de fishin'-hunger schemin' br An' a-keepin' of me dreamin' br An' a-lurin' me out yonder t' de bay br Where de pick'rel am playin' br An' de willow trees am swayin', br It's de fishin'-hunger makes me act dis way.