Fisherman
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My grandfather's father worked on the river
And went out to sea when the tides were right
Sometimes there weren't enough fish to deliver
And sometimes the gunnels would be piled up high
Me and my dad had a boat we call freedom
And it's getting harder to see our way clear
When the odds were against us, we tried to beat 'em
And we battled through year after year
I'll throw out my soul to the wild blue yonder
And where it would take me, sometimes I wonder
I can find my way home by the stars in the sky
'Cause I'm a fisherman, yes, a fisherman
'Til the day I die, 'til the day I die
I'm a fourth generation man of the water
My nets and my lines are the tools of my trade
I'll be here tomorrow, first thing in the morning
Coming out of the mist like a small town parade
I'll throw out my soul to the wild blue yonder
And where it'll take me, sometimes I wonder
I can find my way home by the stars in the sky
'Cause I'm a fisherman, yes, a fisherman
'Til the day I die, 'til the day I die
Well, there's not much to mention about the fishing these days
'Cause my license and my living have been taken away
So I sit on my veranda and look across the bay
And I throw out my soul to the wild blue yonder
And where it'll take me, sometimes I wonder
I can find my way home by the stars in the sky
'Cause I'm a fisherman, yes, a fisherman
I'll throw out my soul to the wild blue yonder
And where it would take me, sometimes I wonder
I can find my way home by the stars in the sky
'Cause I'm a fisherman, yes, a fisherman
'Til the day I die, 'til the day I die