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