Yellow-Backed Fly - Steve Martin, The Steep Canyon Rangers

Carolina time, grab the fishing line

Gonna get old Jim with the yellow-backed fly

Bought it in a store, paid a little more

Gonna catch that fish with the yellow-backed fly

Tried it last June with a lit firefly

Layed it on the water with a perfect bullseye

Well Jim made a splash, gone in a flash

Beneath the water I heard him laugh

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn

Gonna catch old Jim with the Yellow-Backed Fly

Gonna catch him right, gonna catch him quick

Take him by surprise at the bottom of the crick (creek)

(Bridge)

He lives beneath a rock, underneath the shade

I will have him made with the yellow-backed fly

Here I am at last, lying in the grass

A quiet little cast with the yellow-backed fly

Felt a little tug, well Jim had bit the bug

Then I let him run with the yellow-backed fly

Jumped up on the land, spit it in my hand

He said «Nice try with the yellow-backed fly»

(Bridge)

Then he swam away, I gave him a farewell

Now I’m going home with a story to tell

I put the truck in gear, I’ll be back next year

Gonna make a fly with a hypnotizing eye

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn

Gonna catch old Jim with the yellow-backed fly

Twenty inches long, measured with a stick

He’s old Jim but to me he’s Moby Dick

I go at six am, quiet as a hymn

Gonna catch old Jim with the yellow-backed fly

Twenty inches long, measured with a stick

He’s old Jim but to me he’s Moby Dick