Brother Jack - Gone Fishin' Lyrics

I went down in the cold March water
You get a line, honey and I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the old baptizing hole
The old baptizing hole
The old baptizing hole
Twenty-odd years ago somebody drowned here
The preacher dunked him back and forgot to pull him up
The city officials said they could baptize no more
Baptize no more
Baptize no more
It's a calm, cool, clear night
The trees are screaming your name
This entire valley's flooded
With your blood
By your blood
With your blood
I've seen the pictures of the man you call Christ
A tall, handsome man with baby blue eyes
He's much too pretty to save a wretch like me
Save me
Save me
I heard a preacher say that in this life
There are two kinds of people, the have's and have-not's
Heaven's for the perfect, worthless be damned
Worthless be damned
Worthless be damned
It's a calm, cool, clear night
The trees are screaming your name
This entire valley's flooded
With your blood
By your blood
With your blood
I went down in the rushing water
The river washes my sin away
The river carries me away
Carries me away
Carries me away