It's a sad fact of life that the biggest fish always seem to get away, and always when nobody's watching... Here's one for the fishermen, to the tune of All I Know.
How Could I Let That Walleye Go?
I pulled him, he pulled me.
Pulled a bit too hard and he,
He got caught in the undertow...
How could I let that walleye go?
No one will believe it's true
That fish was as strong as two,
So strong I have no prize to show.
How could I let that walleye go?
When the fish is gone, let the tale live on...
In the tournament, I'll come in last,
Maybe snag a small-mouth bass.
I'll wonder, dreaming of my fell foe,
"How could I let that walleye go?"
When the fish is gone, let the tale live on.
Had a fine time sitting in that boat since dawn,
And if they had seen us fight, how my friends would fawn.
In the tournament, I'll come in last,
Maybe snag a small-mouth bass.
I'll wonder, dreaming of my fell foe,
"How could I let that walleye go,
That walleye go, that walleye go..."
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