FISHING SEASON WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter I. slower than a dead tortoise and the ole gray hair, time walks by us on the legs of a chair. CHORUS: fishing season soon be over, soon be over, soon be over. bait the hook and throw it in. whatever floats on down the river, down the river, down the river will never go by again. II. heavy, heavy metals all turn to rust. boulders and pebbles go to sand and dust. CHORUS: fishing season soon be over, soon be over, soon be over. bait the hook and throw it in. whatever floats on down the river, down the river, down the river will never go by again. III. on a blue lagoon is a red sunrise when the quarters of the moon drop pennies on your eyes. CHORUS: fishing season soon be over, soon be over, soon be over. bait the hook and throw it in. whatever floats on down the river, down the river, down the river will never go by again. (repeat chorus) © Copyright 1995 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.