Lyrics

Fishin' Buddy T. Edwin Doss Lordy, Lordy, Lordy....how life can throw me a curve Whoever's up there dealin' cards throws me things I don't deserve I came home and to my surprise there was a note taped to the door It read, "honey, I've run off with your best friend....I don't live here anymore Chorus: Hold the phone! I really think she's gone a little too far She took all her clothes, the kitchen stuff, travel trailer and my new car Hey, that don't really matter......It was her choice to get up and go But she ran off with my fishin' buddy....and lord, I miss him so. Castin', castin', castin.....every line I toss Hits the water with sadness in the tragedy of my loss I can't even get a single bite drinkin' beer all alone on the lake Thinkin' 'bout sellin' all my fishin' gear if she don't give'em a break. (yodel) Don't 'ya know, don't 'ya know, don't 'ya know There's a moral mixed up in this Sometimes bad luck cuts 'ya to the bone.....'times it's 'gonna miss So, if you 'wanna keep your fishin' buddy, tell'em a tall tale 'bout 'ya wife Tell'em she has Lorena Bobbit's autograph and she knows how to use a good knife Chorus (yodel)
Alt 3rd verse...(last 2 lines)
.....Tell'em about the warrants out for her arrest
And all the time she served in the "Pen"...