Now this is the honest truth
I wouldn't tell you if it weren't so
It's about the strangest fishing trip
I took three weeks ago

I went for just a two day trip
to relax and and catch the big one
never dreaming in my wildest dream
that fishing requires a hand gun

Now you've likely never heard
of Logan Martin lagoon
and of the monster catfish caught
whenever you have a full moon

I arrived at lakeside just at dusk
the sun had just sank in the west
Unaware as I baited my fishing pole
That I'd soon be put to a test

I flung the line a mile or two
sat down and popped a cool Miller
When suddenly my line began to unwind
Could this be the start of a thriller

This fish must be huge, I thought to myself
I was starting to work up a sweat
But there's never been a fish on my line
that's gotten the best of me yet

That fish gave me fits for an hour or three
He'd run to the left then turn right
When I thought he was done  he'd give one more run
Would this battle last though the night 

Suddenly that fish swam directly toward me
I saw two more jump at his side
When they climbed up on shore and one started talking, 
that's when I damn nearly died 

Give me your money he said slow and smooth
and we'll take your six packs of brew
we've sharpened our fin's and know how to use 'em
we don't want no more trouble from you

They took all that I had and left me alone
I'll never go unarmed again
And next time I catch the biggest one yet
I'll blow off both of his fins.

If you go fishing in Logan Martin lagoon
Go armed, please do as I say
And if you land one without any fins
It's the big one I said got away