Mexican Trout by The Raphaels (Band) Lyrics

Fly fishing on the Big South Fork
Sound of a shot gun shell report

One if by air, two if by land
Helicopter bringing up the ATF man

Beeper’s buzzin’ in overalls
Pension funds crash and they fall

And those tears dropping in New York...
Buds are burning over the South Fork

Half a mil’, smoke in the hills
Used to be grandpa’s rusty still
And the almighty dollar making the world go round
And I think I hooked me a Mexican Trout...

Smoke drifting on the river bed
Stinging my eyes, going to my head

Belly up trout, finning and a grinning
I’m bare handed lifting my limit...
Fry those fish over hickory chips
Sweet pink flesh make me lick my lips

Laying in the grass, feeling no pain
Cheap fireworks, they light up my brain

Half a mil’, smoke in the hills
Used to be grandpa’s rusty still
And the almighty dollar making the world go round
And I think I hooked me a Mexican Trout...

Bring it down...
Woke up in a sweat, mouth gone dry
Man on the ground, chopper in the sky...

Feds leaving, willy nilly
They got their hands on a corporate hillbilly...
And it’s

Half a mil’, smoke in the hills
It used to be grandpa’s rusty still
And the almighty dollar making the world go round
And I think I hooked me a Mexican Trout