Let her go boys

Well I got up early on this Lord′s dayWith the sun peaking through the curtains

Thought I'd wet a line for a couple good hours

And still make the ten o′clock sermon

But the sky is blue and the breeze is cool

And they're biting good, not to mention

If I left right now, might make it somehow

But I doubt I could pay attention

I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God

In the middle of His creation

In an old John boat with my Zebco rod

For some private conversation

There might be a few people talking bad about me

When they see that I′m a missin′

But I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God

Than in church with my mind on fishin′

Well I like that preacher, and I love how it feels

When he really gets to throwing down

But I'd rather do my talking with the Man upstairs

When there′s nobody else around

If I was there right now I'd be thinking ′bout

Which lure I was gonna cast

And he don't need another fool sitting in that pew

Dreaming 'bout a ten pound bass

I′d rather be on a lake with my mind on God

In the middle of His creation

In an old John boat with my Zebco rod

For some private conversation

There might be a few people talking bad about me

When they see that I′m a missin'

But I′d rather be on a lake with my mind on God

Than in church with my mind on fishin'

With my thoughts a driftin′

I ain't even listening

While it all goes right over my head

I′d rather be on a lake with my mind on God

In the middle of His creation

In an old John boat with my Zebco rod

For some private conversation

There might be a few people talking bad about me

When they see that I'm a missin'

But I′d rather be on a lake with my mind on God

Than in church with my mind on fishin′

I'd rather be on a lake with my mind on God

Than in church with my mind on fishin′

With my mind on fishin'