Destiny by the River

The hat’s too big for little ‘ole her,
In a denim skirt and boots ‘n spurs,
Where’s she goin’ with that long, thin stick?
Whilst kickin’ cans and stackin’ bricks?

Is she goin’ fishin’ or goin’ to swim?
In her denim skirt and hat with a brim,
Then she puts a hook on that long, thin stick,
And sits right down on the stack of bricks.

Her hook’s a blur flyin’ through the air,
Now she’s sittin’ still with a steely stare,
Lookin’ in silence at her little bobber,
Just waitin’ for it to dip in the water.

I’d rather have a ball and baseball bat,
My hand in a glove, my head in a cap,
Hittin’ fly balls and chasin ‘em down,
Runnin’ the bases ‘round and ‘round.

Then there’s somethin’ that hits her line,
She gives it a yank, a fish comes flyin’,
Reaching over her head up high above,
And BAM, it lands right in my glove!

Tradin’ laughs at the other’s dumb luck,
We throw all the gear in my old truck,
Drivin’ away to the settin’ sun,
Together our lives have just begun.

These days the kids are grown and gone,
We’re hand ‘n hand, we’re never alone,
We’ve now lived long in dreams made real,
My baseball glove, her stick and reel,

Some days were tough but most sublime,
Sittin’’ by our river from time to time.
She has me and I have little ‘ole her,
A destiny of love we always were.