Sometimes when I take a little break
My mind slips away to a still green lake
'Bout a thousand miles away from here
I got a fishing pole and a nice cold beer

Just lying back in the cool green grass
Nothing on my mind but a five pound bass
Watching the evening sun go down
The crickets are the only sound around

I feel the country calling me
Saying come on home where you ought to be
Pack up your clothes and your guitar
Come home and catch a lightning bug
Put it in a jar

Some clown's got his foot inside my door
Telling me a joke I've heard before
My mind slips back to another time
I got that old bass hanging on the line

I got an old hound dog to be my friend
Life was so much simpler then
But then the lights start dimming down
And it's my turn to be a clown

I hear the people calling me
Saying get on stage where you're supposed to be
Wish I could pack up this guitar
Go home and catch a lightning bug
And put it in a jar

I feel the country calling me
Saying come on home where you're supposed to be
Pack up your clothes and your guitar
Come home and catch a lightning bug
Put it in a jar