A great tune for when the rivers are blown and the shack nasties are setting in.
From John Prine: “Well, I was asked to write one more song for an album I thought was done already (Bruised Orange, 1978). And I thought, well, I’ll write the worst thing I can think of. And then maybe the producer will decide the record’s over with. So I wrote three different unrelated verses. None of them – they’re all true, but none of them relate to each other. And then I tied them together with an unrelated chorus and somehow it worked. The chorus is, fish and whistle, whistle and fish. Eat everything that they put on your dish. And when we get through we’ll make a big wish that we never have to do this again.”