Fishing Blues

Sometimes I wonder if I've even got a song
But you can always sing the fishing blues 
And all that time there ain't no news 
Just see how long that you can't wait 
When you don't have no living bait 
You're washed ashore the sun is hot 
Row back again to another spot 
Throw your dead bait again 
Ain't caught no fish since don't know when 
Oh my God I got those fishing blues 
Oh this ain't no pleasure cruise 
Row back again to sit and wait 
And on the hook is my death bait