Me and my old banjo (Tradicionály)

Well the sun came up bright and clear I headed for the fishing hole Just in case the fish don't bite I brought along my old banjo Bluegrass playin' on the radio I sure do love that sound I come here to fish but I changed my mind too much movin' around The sun's so hot and I'm so tired I just can't do no more Under the shade of the old oak tree me and my old banjo I could try my hand at Soldier's Joy or maybe Cripple Creek But listen to that Earl's Breakdown that makes my fingers weak Now the sun's goin' down it's a getting dark guess I'd better go But we'll come back to the old oak tree me and my old banjo