Sinker To The Balls

Got to Hartley's Creek boy it's crocodile ground Line cast out strong gettin’ ready for the round Stuck in a tree now the battle's begun Sinker flies back hits me where the sun don’t run Down on the mud can't move just caught Pain in my balls my tears some kinda after thought Writin' my tale in the muck and grime Fishing ain't easy in crocodile time Oh Hartley's Creek you cold cruel beast Got me writhin' like I'm some kinda feast Tears and pain under crocodile skies Lyin’ here helpless where the wild things arise Flies buzzin' round mud…

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