Patrick Huston Dailey was born in Omaha Nebraska March 4, 1941. The second son of Tom and Bobbie Dailey, brothers Michael (eldest) Dennis and Terry made up the Dailey family. He was raised in Kirkwood Missouri, a suburb of St. Louis. Pat formed a band in high school, "Pat and the K-Tones." They played all the sock-hops and Teen Town's in the area. Fresh in music, playing cover tunes while accompanying himself on a six string acoustic guitar. While stationed in Hawaii in 1960 he was fortunate enough to open for the "Legendary Don Ho.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # From: [email protected] Date: Thu, 18 Jan 1996 22:45:00 -0500 Subject: another new Pat Dailey tune
PLANO JOE - Pat Dailey
Chorus: A He had long green moss growing down his back D and it waved in the water when he'd swim. E He had notches all along from his head to his tail A where the motor of a boat dug in. A He had a half a dozen hooks hanging from his lip D all rusted and busted and bent. E He had one big bloodshot eye on the right ADEA and the left side, nothing but a dent.
A Now I'm a pretty good fisherman, D but Plano Joe he's great. E He knows all there is to know A about boats and bass and bait. A He'll catch more on just one cast D than most men catch all day. E To Plano Joe there aint no such thing DEADEA as the one that got away
Now Plano Joe's from Texas where everything comes big, where the bass are as mean as rattlesnakes and outweigh most any pig. You can't catch a smallmouth if it's largemouth bait you use, 'cause them bass they aint just big and mean but they all got high IQ's
Now up in Lake Texoma there lives a striper, his name is Jake. Everyone down in Texas knows he's the biggest fish in the lake. He'd never been caught, but he'd been seen by all the local pros, swimming around the bass boats, thumbing his big bass nose.
CHORUS
Well Plano Joe was on the lake around sunrise, 6th of June. In his box he had just one lure, a spinner with a silver spoon. He had just one rod and just one reel, and just one great big lake. "Today's the day," I heard him say, "I'm gonna boat that fish named Jake."
He cruised out Ross' cove and headed down lake to the dam, and just beyond ol' Walkers point he said, "Jake here I am." He shut that outboard motor down, took out that silver lure, tied it to some heavy line and cast out strong and sure.
Now I've known Joe for 40 years, maybe even more, but when that fish hit his blue eyes lit like I've never seen before. That line went tight and that pole went bent and that drag began to spin. There was smoke rolling out the back of his reel when his line jerked to an end.
Then the fish began to tow the boat so fast it left a wake. Joe said, "I'm gonna boat this bass if my back and my line don't break." As he zoomed off across the lake he said, "You can tell my wife, I've been home every night for 29 years, but I won't be home tonight."
After 40 days of fighting, that fish could barely swim. After 20 more days of playing tug-of-war Joe started reeling in. After 10 more days of reeling, Joe was eye-to-eye with Jake. He said, "Tell me now, you water sow, who's the baddest in this lake?"
Then Jake spit out that silver lure right back in ol' Joes face. Started dancing on his tail like a theme park whale, splashing water all over the place.
Well Joe ripped off his hat and his shoes and said, "Hooks be damned. Forget that rod, forget that reel, I'm gonna get this fish by hand."
With that ol' Joe jumped in the lake and swam out to that fish. He grabbed his tail but Jake shook loose with one big mighty swish.
Then Jake grabbed Joe by his sleeve and drug him down below. The water did boil and bubble and blither. Didn't see him for and hour or so.
Then up they shot like a water spout, about 100 feet in the air. They were flippin' and spinnin' and flappin' and slapppin' with scales flying every which where.
They thrashed and they splashed till the sun started setting and when the water finally stills, here comes ol' Joe, swimming life guard style, hauling Jake in by the gills.
[and he was singing to him] You've got long green moss growing down your back and it waves in the water when you swim. You've got notches all along from your head to your tail where the motor of a boat dug in. You've got hooks in you lips and a bloodshot eye. But hey Jake it wasn't your day. 'Cause to Plano Joe there aint no such thing as the one that got away.
If I remember correctly, Pat plays this with the capo on the 2nd fret, still in the key of A (played as G, etc)