Chris Quier - Gone Fishin' Wit Mack Lyrics

We'd rise before the sunrise, coffee in my cup, Mack would jump right in the truck
Tail wagon all fired up, through dusty trails and winding roads, we'd head down to that
Stream, with Mack beside me, it was more than just a dream. He'd sit there in the front seat
Ears perked up real high, eyes gleaming like the morning sun, breaking through the sky
We'd cast our lines into the blue, silence before the breeze, and Mack would keep his
Watchful eye, so easy, such sweet peace. Gone fishing with Mack, oh how I miss those days
The way he looked at me, and that loyal loving gaze, from the truck to the shore
And everywhere we rode, Mack you were my family, my heart, my home
Years rolled by like a river's song, our bond grew ever strong, through highs and lows
And stormy nights, Mack was there all along, when life tried to knock me down
His bark would bring me back, we conquered every mountain, me and my best friend Mack
Now the truck feels empty, the front seat cold and bare, but every time I drive that route
I feel his spirit there, no longer by my side in flesh, but in my heart he stays
And when I sit beside that stream, I hear him through the waves. Gone fishing with Mack
Oh how I miss those days, the way he looked at me, and that loyal loving gaze, from the truck
To the shore, and everywhere we rode, Mack you were my family, my heart, my home
Now the truck feels empty, the front seat cold and bare, but every time I drive that route
I feel his spirit there, no longer by my side in flesh, but in my heart he stays
And when I sit beside that stream, I hear him through the waves. Gone fishing with Mack
Oh how I miss those days, the way he looked at me, and that loyal loving gaze, from the truck
To the shore, and everywhere we rode, Mack you were my family, my heart, my home
My home