It was the 10th of June, another crazy lazy Georgia day
Billy was haulin in tobacco, and Mike was not far away
He was swimmin in the river in a ratty old pair of shorts
He didn't feel like workin with them sweaty, stinky sorts
He said "Billy let's go fishin this morning on Choctaw Ridge"
And that's when Mike and Billy Florio went off to Tallahatchie Bridge

Billy said to Michael as he showed him a top water jig
"I won't be makin dough today but I don't really give a fig
If you'd just help me now and then, I bet we'd be rich by now"
And Michael said "You know I never liked workin, anyhow"
Let's just talk about catchin crappie up on the Ridge
And then Mike and Billy Florio lit out for Tallahatchie Bridge

Now it was very hot, so Mike made sure he brought his ole brown jug
And Billy had a beer cooler, the kind that ain't hard to lug
It was brotherly communion on a steamy, summer day
Thank god the muddy fishing hole was not too far away
They both had taken time to grab some jerky from the fridge
And it was kick-back time that morning, off to Tallahatchee Bridge

Well they passed a guy wearin a suit and tie in a pickup truck
And he seemed to be havin some trouble, his wheels were stuck
And as they passed him Mike and Billy both turned and waved
They never could stand them dern revenuers, anyway
Then at last they saw the cottonwood trees on Choctaw Ridge
And proceeded to start fishing, off the Tallahatchee Bridge

Well they were casting for an hour or two and neither
ever got a bite
And there didn't seem to be anything out there with gills in sight
And the water looked inviting to the brothers in the sweltering sun
And they started rippin off their shirts to have themselves a little fun
You see the shade was awful sparse up there on Choctaw Ridge
That's when Mike and Billy Florio jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge