Rick Keiningham
My fishin' buddy died last week,
passed on peacefully in his sleep.
No more creekbank fireside nights
waitin' on dang fish to bite.
He's gone on to bigger streams
with catfish bigger'n our wildest dreams.
Catchin' fish with every cast
with bait on hook that lasts and lasts.
Pets he loved that passed away
now surround him every day.
Yes, he's in heaven breathin' free
while all we have are memories.
Sittin' on the front porch spinnin' tales
about bustin' brush and ridin' trails,
fishin' trips with lunkers grow'd
bigger'n bigger each time told.
Gonna miss you my old friend,
until the day we meet again
on that creekbank in the sky,
fishin' buddies sittin' side by side.
Rest easy Tony
