Lyrics:

1982
Writer(s): Bobby Emmons, Chips Moman

Son you make me feel so proud
I pop the buttons of my shirt
I know I said I'd take you to the lake today
But I'm going to have to break those plans and it really hurts

Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local picture show
To watch my heroes rope and ride

Most times they'd win but when they'd lose
It always made me cry
Ain't nothing quite as sad
As watching your heroes die
One by one as they fall
Soon there'll be no heroes at all

Well, I guess the fish just ain't bitin'
Just as well it don't feel like fightin'
All in all it just ain't that great a fishin' day
That old newspaper headline
Kind of wrapped around this old heart of mine
Another big one got away

And I can't count the times he's made me laugh
But this time he's made me cry
There ain't nothing quite as sad
As watching your heroes die
One by one as they fall
Soon there'll be no heroes at all.