Got Smelt?

When the Smelt Buckets are Loaded, I'm Coming Home to You

 

Lyrics and Music by Barton Sutter

 

 

Well, the fish ain’t like the old days;

It’s only just a few.

But I sure like this dip net

You bought for me brand new.

And I’m still dippin’ in the dark;

My hands are turnin’ blue.

When the smelt buckets are loaded,

I’m comin’ home to you.

 

You’re a woman who’ll eat minnows.

You’ll never shout: Pee-ugh!

You’ll chop their little heads off,

And gut them through and through,

Then batter-fry the lot of them,

And they’ll be crunchy, too.

When the smelt buckets are loaded,

I’m comin’ home to you.

 

There’ll be ketchup on the table,

Steak sauce and barbecue,

A bowl of homemade coleslaw;

It’ll just be me and you.

We’ll eat our fill of fish, and then

I’ll toast you with a brew.

When the smelt buckets are loaded,

I’m comin’ home to you.

 

Now the smelt buckets are loaded,

And I’m half loaded, too.

I’m drivin’ home to Fridley.

I’ve bought a can of chew.

When I get in, I’ll wake you up;

You’ll know just what to do.

Now the smelt buckets are loaded,

I’m comin’ home to you.

 

Now the smelt buckets are loaded,

I’m comin’ home to you.

 

The Sutter Brothers in Performance

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