САРО on the 3rd
Оld 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
Went out and threw out my line
Jim took that hook pullin me right over the side
Went driftin down past old tires and rusted cans of beer
The angel of the lake whispered in my ear
Son before you choose your wish
You better think first
Cause with every wish
There comes a curse
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