Words and music © Copyright 2006, 2015 Peter Lloyd
Performed by my dear, long-time buddy, David Rhodes Brown

Cut a little bait, rig a little pole
Drive out on the lake, drill a little hole 
Ice fishin’, ice fishin’ 

Catch a mess of perch, throw ‘em in a pan 
Cook ‘em up and eat as many as you can 
Ice fishin’, ice fishin’ 

Nothin’ puts your mind at ease
Like ice and sky as far as your eyes can see 

Your toes as warm as toast, ‘spite what you’ve been told 
Fish are always fresh, beer is always cold
Ice fishin’, ice fishin’ 

Head back to the shack, play a little cards 
Drink a little whiskey, smoke a few cigars 
Ice fishin’, ice fishin’ 

Nothin’ puts your mind at ease
Like ice and sky as far as your eyes can see 

Cut a little bait, rig a little pole
Drive out on the lake, drill a little hole 
Ice fishin’, ice fishin’ 

Ice fishin’, ice fishin’

Ice Fishin'

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.