A Song About Fishing

The mud in 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 scale and I've, seen no pay, but

Still I trudge to a 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, that I'll win the day

And 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

Each day like a retake

Fisherman inside a sweepstake

Each day like a retake

Fisherman inside a sweepstake

Each day like a retake

Fisherman inside a sweepstake

I sailed downstream to see what had, I

Pulled my boat along the land, I

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 pitied 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

Each day like a retake

Fisherman inside a sweepstake

Each day like a retake

Fisherman inside a sweepstake

Each day like a retake

Fisherman inside a sweepstake

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