TELEVISION - The Andy Griffith Show LYRICS

Well now take down your fishin' pole

And meet me down at the fishin' hole

We may not get a bite all day

But don't you rush away



What a great place to rest your bones

And mighty fine for skipping stones

You'll feel fresh as a lemonade

A-settin' in the shade

Whether it's hot, whether it's cool

Oh what a spot, for whistlin' like a fool



What a fine day to take a stroll

And wonder by the fishin' hole

I can't think of a better way

To pass the time of day



We'll have no need to call the roll

When we get to the fishin' hole

There'll be you, me, and old dog Trey

To doodle time away



If we don't hook a perch or bass

We'll cool our toes in dewy grass

Or else pull up a weed to chaw

And maybe set and jaw



Hangin' around, takin' our ease

Watchin' that hound a-scratchin' at his fleas



Come on take down your fishin' pole

And meet me at the fishin' hole

I can't think of a better way

To pass the time of day