The River Just Knows

I went to the Black River this weekend with my nephew Ted. It was awesome as usual. I'll post more about it later, but in the meantime here are some lyrics to a nice song that makes me think of fishing with Ted.

The River Just Knows
Written by Sam Tate, Ann Tate & Dave Berg
Recorded by Rodney Atkins

4 a.m. comes awful early, I was dead on my feet
But if your gonna catch the biggest fish
You gotta lose a little sleep
Well, I pack my gear and a couple beers
I headed for my favorite spot
Well, I curse my luck when I saw his truck right where I pulled off
Was hopping to have the river to myself that day

‘Cause the river don’t talk, the river don’t care
Where you’ve been, what you’ve done
Why it is your standin’ there
It just rolls on by whisperin’ to your soul
It’s gonna be alright, the river just knows

The way the sun bounced off the water
I couldn’t hardly make him out
But I could see he had a fish on
A big 'ol rainbow trout
The fight went on forever
And as he headed down my way, I saw his
military hair cut and the new scars on his face
Right then I knew what brought him to this place

You know the river don’t talk, the river don’t care
Where you’ve been, what you’ve done
or why it is your standin’ there
It just rolls on by whisperin’ to your soul
It’s gonna be alright, the river just knows

He held that fish down in the water
And he coaxed it back to life
He said “I'll help you get your wind back
‘Cause you helped me get mine”
And all I could think to say was “Welcome home”
But I think that river said it best on its own

‘Cause the river don’t talk, you know the river don’t care
Where you’ve been, what you’ve done
Why it is your standin’ there
It just rolls on by whisperin’ to your soul
It’s gonna be alright, the river just knows
It’s gonna be alright, the river just knows