A Song About Fishing

"A song about fishing"

The mud in the my fingers had dried to a crust,

Sleep in my eyes, I pick my rust,

My boots have been ravaged in browns and grays, I've,

Seen no scales and I've, seen no pay,

But still I trudge to the spotless stream,

Not a bird in the sky or a fish in the sea,

To dwell in these waters is a foolish way,

To believe one night, I'll win the day

Rise and shine, to dawn I wake,

To cast my net in a fishless lake

Rise and shine, to dawn I wake,

Casting my net in a fishless lake

Each day like a retake

Fisherman inside a sweepstake

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I sailed down stream to see what had,

Pulled my boat along the land,

Swam the dirt, and walked the stream and,

Off the shore, I saw a bream and,

Tuna too, and salmon roe,

Do my eyes deceive, but my net had broke,

I told my tale to a merchant man, he pittied me a dollar, and gave me his hand, he said

Rise and shine, to dawn I wake,

To cast my net in a fishless lake

Rise and shine, to dawn I wake,

Casting my net in a fishless lake

Each day like a retake

Fisherman inside a sweepstake

X4

Rise and shine, to dawn I wake,

To cast my net in a fishless lake

Rise and shine, to dawn I wake,

Casting my net in a fishless lake