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Old catfish in the lake

We called him Big Jim

When I was a kid 
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my only wish was to get my line in him
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Skipped church one Sunday
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Went out and threw out my line
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Jim took that hook pullin me right over the side
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Went driftin down past old tires and rusted cans of beer
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The angel of the lake whispered in my ear
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Son before you choose your wish
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You better think first
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Cause with every wish
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There comes a curse