Ol' catfish in the lake we called him Big Jim. When I was a kid my only wish was to get my line in him. Skipped church one Sunday and throw'd in my line. Jim took that hook pole and me right over the side. Went drifting down past old tires and rusty cans of beer. The angel of the lake whispered in my ear. "Before you chose your wish son you'd better think first. With every wish there comes a curse". I fell in love with beautiful Doreen. She was the prettiest thing this old town'd ever seen. I courted her and I made her mine. But I grew jealous whenever another man'd come walkin' down the line. And my jealousy made me treat her mean and cruel. She sighed "Bobby oh Bobby you're such a fool. Don't you know before you chose your wish you'd better think first. With every wish there comes a curse". These days I sit around and laugh at all the rivers I've crossed. But on the far banks there's always another forest where a man can get lost. Well there in the high trees love's bluebird glides. Guiding us 'cross another river on the other side. And there someone is waitin' with a look in her eyes. And though my heart's grown weary and more than a little bit shy. Tonight I'll drink from her waters to quench my thirst. And leave the angels to worry. With every wish....