The sun's a burnin'. It's a baking.
And it costs me.

My favorite flasher, lost below,

And it costs me.
What a bummer.

Lost a new lure. Caught the bottom,
And it costs me.

“Why do you do it?” you may ask me.
You may say,
“It seems painful; even hurtful,
even danger on the pathway.”
'Cause I love it.
Yes, I love it. It's my way .

Let's do some fishing;
I'll just learn from today.
And tomorrow, I will borrow
From the memory of this hard day.
I'll do better. I'll get better,
But it cost me. 
Yes, it costs me.