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The Fish Whisperer's Secret 1 by So

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The Fish Whisperer's Secret 1

Country

0:003:08
Lyrics
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(verse)
We rolled out ‘fore the sun got high,
Cooler full, rods in the back of my ride.
Hit that pocket past the no-wake sign,
Where the water’s still and the fishin's fine.
Buddy pulled out that ol’ glass pipe,
Said, "Just a puff, I’ll be feelin’ right."
Lit her up, and that whistle blew,
Like a train rollin' down through the morning dew.
(chorus)
It’s the whistle when he smokes it, that sweet little sound,
Birds hush up and the bass come 'round.
One cast, two cast, rod starts to bend,
That green cloud magic gets 'em bitin' again.
Don't know what’s in it, but I ain’t jokin’—
Them fish start bitin’ when that pipe gets to smokin’.
(verse)
Ain’t no science, but I swear it's true,
We tried deep cranks and finesse too.
Nothin’ hittin’, till he sparked that flame,
Then the bite lit up like a football game.
He leans back grinnin’ with his flip-flops on,
Says, “It ain’t just luck, it’s the power of the bong.”
I just laugh and let my line fly free,
'Cause he’s the fish whisperer, rollin' THC.
(chorus)
It’s the whistle when he smokes it, that high-pitch tune,
Like a signal call in a bass-filled lagoon.
The topwater pops, spinnerbait spins,
And the stringer fills up with fat green fins.
We don’t say much, just castin’ and tokin’—
Them fish start bitin’ when that pipe gets to smokin’.
(bridge)
Folks might judge, call it wrong or right,
But we’re just chillin' in the mornin’ light.
No stress, no mess, no lies to tell—
Just a pocket of peace with a herby smell.
(final chorus)
It’s the whistle when he smokes it, I can’t explain,
But it’s like the lake knows and it can’t refrain.
Every ripple, every tug, every jump they make,
Feels like magic risin’ off that lake.
A Saturday dream where the bite stays woken—
All ‘cause my buddy and that pipe he's smokin’.