Crawdads from Fancy Shampoo by Tim Birchard

Crawdads

Down under the rusty bridge
With a two-foot piece of string
Some old bologna and a moldy cheese
You know it's a beautiful thing

The leaves are turning, the fires are burning
As the crawdad takes the bait
How many got away I can't really say
These days my memory ain't so great

Speckle-belly trout, speckle-belly trout
Flash in the water makes me wanna shout
Speckle-belly trout, speckle-belly trout
How many can I catch?
I'm gonna find out

Down under the highway bridge
Learned my first lesson in love
I'd like to say it was one-of-a-kind
But I remember it better than it really was

The leaves are turning, the fires are burning
As the crawdad takes the bait
Thought I was a winner
First-rate beginner
Born-again sinner stumbling home late

Speckle-belly trout, speckle-belly trout
Flash in the water makes me wanna shout
Speckle-belly trout, speckle-belly trout
How many can I catch?
I'm gonna find out

The sun's dropping and the sky is dark
The fireflies have gone to bed
I'd like to follow but the bridge ain't ready
So I'll dream about you instead

The leaves are turning, the fires are burning
As the crawdad takes the bait
It's gonna hurt some when hammer meets thumb
But it's the one thing they can never take away

Speckle-belly trout, speckle-belly trout
Flash in the water makes me wanna shout
Speckle-belly trout, speckle-belly trout
How many can I catch?
I'm gonna find out

• Rock
• acoustic rock
• blues rock
• post punk
• power pop
• Colorado