To the tune of ramblin man....
I know, i have sexual identity problems now and then on the river, but as I was walkin up from the river....
Lord, I was born a loomis man.....
Tryin to land a fish and I'm doin the best I can....
When its time for reelin, a calcutta in my hand....(OK, ambassedeur, Gooey...)
Cuz I was born a loomis man.
Any versus welcome..
How bout starting with,
Well my Father was a bassin man in Georgia,
But here I'm huntin steelhead and chinook...
It's better off, to be this way, I think,
I can't finish this, I got things to do!
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Whoo hooo! What a Ride!”