Lyrics:

It's a good excuse to watch the sun go down
On a gravel pit outside of town
My father had three daughters
So I became his only son
Summertime in Allen County
You can slice the air like bread
Pack up our old Rambler
With cane poles and little said
You never talk much in a fishing boat
'Cause it just scares the fish away
You just give it time and watch your line
When I'd ask what we were fishing for
He'd just say an hour or two
Some folks are always like that
And never really answer you
You never talk much in a fishing boat
'Cause it just scares the fish away
You just give it time and watch your line
Hey
The sun goes down and why no one knows
I grew up out of my fishing clothes
I told him once and he slowly smiled
That his only son was expecting a child
You never talk much in a fishing boat
'Cause it just scares the fish away
You just give it time and watch your line
Hey
I'll remember all my life
My father's face in the deep twilight
In a boat under the evening sun
Throwing back the little ones