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, 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 down stream to see what had

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 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

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