| I was driving around down south Louisiana | 
| Stopped in a town called Galliano | 
| I saw a sign on a church that said, «Fish fry tonight» | 
| A little old Cajun preacher was preachin' | 
| Reminded me of an old camp meeting | 
| It brought Saint Matthew 4:19 to life | 
| He said, «I catch 'em, God cleans 'em | 
| I bait the hook with the love of the Kingdom | 
| I’ve been called to be a fisher of men» | 
| «I catch 'em, God cleans 'em | 
| Heaven knows He saves every soul that believes Him | 
| I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin» | 
| Yeah, it didn’t take long for Him to catch my attention | 
| He was long on grace and short on religion | 
| He said a prayer and that was all that she wrote | 
| He said, «Amen!», and God as my witness | 
| I fell in that big ole net of forgiveness | 
| And before I knew it we were all in the same boat | 
| He said, «I catch 'em, God cleans 'em | 
| I bait the hook with the love of the Kingdom | 
| I’ve been called to be a fisher of men» | 
| «I catch 'em, God cleans 'em | 
| Heaven knows He saves every soul that believes Him | 
| I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin» | 
| I catch 'em, God cleans 'em | 
| I bait the hook with the love of the Kingdom | 
| I’ve been called to be a fisher of men | 
| I catch 'em, God cleans 'em | 
| Heaven knows He saves every soul that believes Him | 
| I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin | 
| Yeah, I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin | 
| Oh yes, He does | 
| I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin | 
| Let’s go fishing |