| Sally Cantrell worked behind the bar |
| Had a wavin' rebel flag tattooed on her arm |
| She called everybody honey |
| That came walkin' through her door |
| She was known for puttin' things just the way they were |
| She called 'em like she saw 'em without smoothin' fur |
| When it comes to woman torubles |
| Nobody said it better than her no sir |
| If the fish ain’t bitin' |
| If the fish ain’t bitin' |
| Well now don’t go gettin' shook |
| Honey take a look |
| What kinda bait you got on the hook |
| With that low smokey voice I can she her Lord |
| Breakin' up fights over Chevys and Fords |
| With that motherly broomstick logic |
| No man can ignore |
| But on the subject of love she gave good advice |
| And everybody listened without thinkin' twice |
| And she swore when she said it Without blinkin' an eye oh my If the fish ain’t bitin' |
| If the fish ain’t bitin' |
| Well now don’t go gettin' shook |
| Honey take a look |
| What kinda bait you got on the hook |
| So if you’re down on your luck and all you can say is You should’ve seen the one I let get away |
| Well maybe all you need is a change in your strategy yes indeed |
| If the fish ain’t bitin' |
| If the fish ain’t bitin' |
| Well now don’t go gettin' shook |
| Honey take a look |
| What kinda bait you got on the hook |