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B _ .
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B _ .
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B _ _ .
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B _ .
I'm lost in her there holding that pink
E rod and reel.
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B She's doing almost everything but
E sitting
B still.
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Talking about her ballet
E shoes and training
B wheels and her kittens.
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E And she thinks
B we're just fishing.
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B _ _ .
I say daddy loves you
E baby one more time.
B.
She says I know I
E think I've got a bite.
B And all this laughing, crying,
E smiling, dying here inside is what
B I call living.
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E _ _ She thinks
C#m we're just fishing on the
B riverside.
Throwing back what we could
E fry.
Drowning worms and killing
B time.
Nothing
F# too ambitious.
C#m She ain't even thinking
B about what's really going on right
E now.
But I guarantee this
B F# memory's a bigger.
And she thinks
B we're just fishing.
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E _ _ _ _
B _ .
She's already pretty
E like her mama is.
B Going to drive the boys all crazy,
E give her daddy fits.
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B And I better do this
E every chance I get.
B Because time is ticking.
E Here it is.
She thinks
C#m we're just fishing on the riverside.
B Throwing back what we could
E fry.
Drowning worms and killing
B time.
Nothing
F# too ambitious.
C#m She ain't even thinking
B about what's really going on right
E now.
But I guarantee this
B F# memory's a bigger.
And she thinks
C#m we're just fishing.
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B _ _ _ _ .
E _ _ _ _
B _ _
F# _ .
C#m She ain't even thinking
B about what's really going on right
E now.
But I guarantee this
F# memory's a bigger.
And she thinks
B we're just fishing.
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E _
B Yeah.
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E _ Oh, she
B thinks we're just fishing.
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E _ _ _ _ .
B _ _ _
E _ We ain't all a
B-fishing.
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This ain't about fishing.
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B _ _ .