I’ll Probably Be Out Fishin’

I had me a highschool sweetheart, With big time wedding plans Then I signed up with the Navy, Went to work for Uncle Sam Eighteen lonely months I've waited, To see her again When I got home to Gainsville, She married my best friend What's it got to say? What's it got to do? I can paint this whole town red tonight, And still wake up with the blues Good luck is bound to find me, If it comes around again, But I'll probably be out fishing, When my ship comes in Took a job down at the saw mill, Where I work hard everyday Climb that corporate ladder, I was promoted with a big ol' raise The very next morning they told me, That old saw mill had been sold Someone's gonna take your position boy, They wrote me off and sent me home I'll probably be out fishing, When my ship comes in