Mind On Fishin'

Let her go boys

Well I got up early on this Lord's day
With the sun peaking through the curtains
Thought I'd wet a line for a couple good hours
And still make the ten o'clock sermon

But the sky is blue and the breeze is cool
And they're biting good, not to mention
If I left right now, might make it somehow
But I doubt I could pay attention

I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God
In the middle of His creation
In an old John boat with my Zebco rod
For some private conversation

There might be a few people talking bad about me
When they see that I'm a missin'
But I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God
Than in church with my mind on fishin'

Well I like that preacher, and I love how it feels
When he really gets to throwing down
But I'd rather do my talking with the Man upstairs
When there's nobody else around

If I was there right now I'd be thinking 'bout
Which lure I was gonna cast
And he don't need another fool sitting in that pew
Dreaming 'bout a ten pound bass

I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God
In the middle of His creation
In an old John boat with my Zebco rod
For some private conversation

There might be a few people talking bad about me
When they see that I'm a missin'
But I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God
Than in church with my mind on fishin'

With my thoughts a driftin'
I ain't even listening
While it all goes right over my head

I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God
In the middle of His creation
In an old John boat with my Zebco rod
For some private conversation

There might be a few people talking bad about me
When they see that I'm a missin'
But I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God
Than in church with my mind on fishin'

I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God
Than in church with my mind on fishin'
With my mind on fishin'