Yellow Backed Fly

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[VERSE 1]
D        A     D                A
Carolina time, grab the fishing line
      D       A            D             A
Gonna get old Jim with the yellow-backed fly
G              D      G             D
Bought it in a store, paid a little more
      G          D             G             A
Gonna catch that fish with the yellow-backed fly


[VERSE 2]
D             A           D       A
Tried it last June with a lit firefly
D               A            D            A
Layed it on the water with a perfect bullseye
G          D       G         D
Jim made a splash, gone in a flash
  G         D       G         A
Beneath the water I heard him laugh


[CHORUS 1]
        D       G          D
I go at six am, quiet as a hymn
                             G             A
Gonna catch old Jim with the Yellow-Backed Fly
D                      G               D
Gonna catch him right, gonna catch him quick
                            C             D
Take him by surprise at the bottom of the crick


[BDA K]
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[VERSE 3]
D                  A          D         A
He lives beneath a rock, underneath the shade
D               A             D             A
I will have him made with the yellow-backed fly
G            D     G            D
Here I am at last, lying in the grass
  G            D             G             A
A quiet little cast with the yellow-backed fly


[CHORUS 2]
D                       G               D
Felt a little tug, well Jim had bit the bug
                            G             A
Then I let him run with the yellow-backed fly
D                      G             D
Jumped up on the land, spit it in my hand
                           C             D
He said "Nice try with the yellow-backed fly"


[BDA K]
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[VERSE 4]
D             A      D              A
Then he swam away, I gave him a farewell
        D     A           D        A
Now I'm going home with a story to tell
          G        D             G         D
I put the truck in gear, I'll be back next year
      G      D          G           A
Gonna make a fly with a hypnotizing eye


[CHORUS 3]
        D       G          D
I go at six am, quiet as a hymn
                             G             A
Gonna catch old Jim with the yellow-backed fly
D                   G               D
Twenty inches long, measured with a stick
                    C            D
He's old Jim but to me he's Moby Dick


[CHORUS 3]
        D       G          D
I go at six am, quiet as a hymn
                             G             A
Gonna catch old Jim with the yellow-backed fly
D                   G               D
Twenty inches long, measured with a stick
                    C            D
He's old Jim but to me he's Moby Dick