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Capo: 5 Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] C Am F C [Verse]
It's a good excuse to watch the sun go down Am On a gravel pit outside of Ftown C My father had three daughters Am So I became his only Fson C
[Verse]
Summertime in Allen County Am You can slice the air like Fbread C Pack up our old Rambler Am With cane G/Bpoles and little Fsaid
[Chorus]
You never talk much in a Gfishing boat ‘Cause it justC scareG/Bs the fish aFway You justG give it time and waFtch your line
[Instrumental] C Am F C [Verse]
When I'd ask what we were fishing for Am He'd just say, “An hour or Ftwo” C Some folks are always like that Am And never realG/Bly answer Fyou
[Chorus]
You never talk much in a Gfishing boat ‘Cause it justC scareG/Bs the fish aFway You justG give it time and waFtch your line
[Instrumental] C Am F C [Verse]
The sun goes down and why, no one knows Am I grew up out of my Ffishing clothes C I told him once and he slowly smiled Am That his only G/Bson wasF expecting a child
[Chorus]
You never talk much in a Gfishing boat ‘Cause it justC scareG/Bs the fish aFway You justG give it time and waFtch your line
[Instrumental] C Am F C [Verse]
I'll remember all my life Am My father's face in the Fdeep twilight C In a boat under the evening sun Am Throwing G/Bback the Flittle ones