It’s a quiet day in these old backwoods,
The hay’s in the barn and I’m feelin’ good…
Today you up and left me, but honey that’s OK…
You side-swiped the mail box
As you drove away…
Took some odds and ends…
Just what… you wouldn’t say…

But hey… where’s my old cane pole?
Where the heck’s my cane pole?
It’s a perfect day for fishing,
Without my pole I’m just a’wishin’…
Take the cash from my billfold…
Take this six of Michelob…
But not my cane pole…

On the hearth there was that trophy trout,
We caught on six pound test…
In the hall, the monster catfish
And three more of our best…
All those memories
I’m OK they up and left…

But where’s my old cane pole…
Where the heck’s my cane pole…
It’s a perfect day for fishing,
Without my pole I’m just a’wishin’…

You said you needed your own space…
A place where you’d be free…
But who’d a guessed that you’d love fishin’,
Way more than you love me…

You loved my old cane pole…
Where the heck’s my cane pole…
It’s a perfect day for fishing,
Without my pole I’m just a’wishin’…
Take the cash from my billfold,
Take a whole case of iced cold Michelob…
But don’t you take…don’t you take…
…My old cane pole…
It’s a perfect day for fishin’
Without my pole I’m just a’wishin’…