Me and Alaska Joe - By Dan’l McIlhenny

I got a friend named Alaska Joe 

We go fishin’ every day or so  

A couple of kids you probably don’t know 

Me and Alaska Joe 

Bait in the bucket, tackle and pole 

Come hell or high water we go 

We roll on our stingrays we do 

Down to our fishin’ hole 

It’s a contest of who's the fastest—who plunks their line in first 

The ride always makes us thirsty—for Pepsi and liverwurst 

But fritos are really neato and so are burritos too 

Followed by a round of snickers 

Then it’s time for settlin’ back to do what fisher dudes do 

Watchin’ the river run away—under the Arctic Sun 

Losin’ track of everything . . . gettin’ the fishin’ done 

A whistle, a gunshot, a wild reminder 

Brings things back into view 

Mister wind’s kickin’ up good 

The clouds are startin’ to spew 

When the referee sky says . . . surrender boys   

Whether we like it or not  

It’s back on our bikes we go peddlin’ home 

With whatever we’ve caught at our spot 

I got a friend named Alaska Joe 

We go fishin’ every day or so 

A couple of kids you probably don’t know 

 That’s . . . Me and Alaska Joe

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