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 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, 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 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