~Well I love her 
~and I love to fish 
~I spend all day out on this lake 
~and hell is all I catch 
~But today she met 
~me at the door 
~Said I would have to choose 
~If I hit that fishing 
~hole today 
~She'd be packing 
~all her things 
~and she'd be gone by noon 

~I'm gonna miss her 
~when I get home 
~But right now 
~I'm on the lake shore 
~And I am sitting in the sun 
~I'm sure it will hit me 
~when I walk through 
~that door tonight 
~that I'm gonna miss her 
~Oh, lookie there 
~I've got a bite 

~Now there's a chance 
~that if I hurry 
~I could beg her to stay 
~That water's right 
~and the weather's perfect 
~No telling what I might 
~catch today 

~And I'm gonna miss her 
~when I get home 
~But right now 
~I'm on the lake shore 
~And I am sitting in the sun 
~I'm sure it will hit me 
~when I walk through 
~that door tonight 
~that I'm gonna miss her 
~Oh, lookie there 
~I've got a bite 
~Yes, I'm gonna miss her 
~but, lookie there 
~I've got a bite 
