Lletres: Brad Paisley. Part II. I'm Gonna Miss Her.

Well, I love her
But I love to fish
I spend all day out on this lake
And Hell is all I catch

But today she met me at the door
Said, I would have to choose
If I hit that fishin' hole today
She'd be packin' all her things and she'd be gone by noon

Well, I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun

I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
Yeah, I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Now there's a chance that if I hurry
I could beg her to stay
That water's right and the weather's perfect
No tellin' what I might catch today

So I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun

I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
Yeah, I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, another bite
Yeah, I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there and I've got a bite