Whiskers in the Water

What if I were a catfish, mama? I said, swimmin’ deep down in, deep blue sea Have these gals now, sweet mama, settin’ out Settin’ out hooks for, for me, settin’ out hook for, for me “Catfish Blues” (1941) Robert Petway Brightly colored fishing piers dot the shore of the man-made ponds at Lewis Emery park where, on bright summer days, locals bring their rods, … Continue reading Whiskers in the Water