text: Ol catfish in the lake we called him Big Jim
  When I was a kid my only wish was to get my line in him
  Skipped church one Sunday rowed out and throwd in my line
  Jim took that hook pole and me right over the side
  Went driftin down past old tires and rusty cans of beer
  The angel of the lake whispered in my ear
  Before you choose your wish son
  You better think first
  With every wish there comes a curse
  I fell in love with beautiful Doreen
  She was the prettiest thing this old townd ever seen
  I courted her and I made her mine
  But I grew jealous whenever another mand
  Come walkin down the line
  And my jealousy made me treat her hard and cruel
  She sighed Bobby oh Bobby youre such a fool
  Dont you know before you choose your wish
  Youd better think first
  Cause with every wish there comes a curse
  These days I sit around and laugh
  At the many rivers Ive crossed
  But on the far banks theres always another forest
  Where a man can get lost
  Well there in the high trees loves bluebird glides
  Guiding us cross to another river on the other side
  And there someone is waitin with a look in her eyes
  And though my hearts grown weary
  And more than a little bit shy
  Tonight Ill drink from her waters to quench my thirst
  And leave the angels to worry
  With every wish