He Don't Like to Fish

He Don't Like to Fish

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You left me gutted there at the kitchen table
Front door swingin' like the clothes on the line
That marked the last time you'd leave me on a Sunday
Last time you'd ever see me rain or shine

Guess my cookin' and my cleanin' must a been a mistake
Tried to make us a home while you made for the lake
But you taught me well and I think it's time
So I'm castin' you out and I'm cuttin' the line

Baby go ahead and fondle that fishin' pole
I found another man whose gonna fill this hole
You left in my heart I made a new start
And this one, he don't like to fish

He don't ride no bull he ain't in love with his truck
Ain't addicted to liquor but he sure likes to make love
Calls me his sweet little bronkin' buck
Yeah this one, he don't like to fish

Now when you find me missin' don't you call the police
Consider yourself part of catch and release
I threw you over this here relationship
Sure hope I left a great big hole in your lip

Mister-Field-and-Stream I know you love to share 'em
But I can't take the smell and I hate to prepare 'em
Let alone all the stuff you used to track on the floor
Honey I don't gotta take your carp no more

Chorus

You know how to bait 'em you know how to date 'em
But livin' with you only drives a woman to hate ya

Chorus

Margaret Owens 2002