The old man he catches the fish in the morning. He rides the river every day. I sit on the bank and I holler when he passes. "Hey old man are they biting today". I wake up in the morning thinking 'bout my troubles. I go down to the water and they pass away. And when the old man comes a-floating down the river. "Hey old man are they biting today". Now here we've got a thing that keeps on rolling. It ain't heavy don't take it that way. The old man and me we got a good thing going. He gets his fish and I sit all day. He gets his fish and I sit all day