Lyrics:
I remember the sea turning black
From all the boats coming back
And I remember all along the quay
Faces waiting for me
The fisher lasses, their hands
Thank you grandpa for accepting me into your family
Showing me your knowledge always asking about me
Your cat suspenders would always help crack
The grass looks green
But I'm wary for snakes
Labelled a villian it's sad
To say but I fit the description
Take the young boys fishing walk
With intent tryna
be working hard to try to feed the family
Them P's is on a flight to feed the family
Don't come around this way fishing you gone meet your maker
She
the office,
Not hard enough for the hod.
You'd rather be watching performers fly
Or fishing with your split cane rod.
You were never any good with money.
alright
Fuck it bro, that money make me happy, I'm going keep that rod tight
Fishing for my opps I'm bout to smash em
It been a long time comin', time
ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us
some beer
Dumping carcasses off the pier like we been fishing good all year
Taxidermy if you worthy, my bullets spit like auctioneers (okay)
Camoed
Since we had our baby
Everything has changed
You became a father
Growing our last name
Making new traditions
For our family
Passing down your
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's
to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's
ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us
I'm gone (I'm gone)
For the night (For the night)
Gone fishing for the day
Let me tell you that I'm gone (That I'm gone)
For the night (For
Dressed in all black grab the pole lets go fishing
Dressed in all black grab the pole lets go fishing
I gotta get it (Gotta get it)
I gotta get it (Gotta
I tried to tell them something that they didn't know
I'm short but I got reach like a fishing pole
Guess what
Souf
Side
Riding round trying to catch
Yeah come on
I had to learn to love myself
It's been a long and lonely road
But I did it for my health
I had to do it for my soul
I spent so much
We got Lay, Jordan, and Mitchell kept in the family name
An older brother Logan, he's a piece of work they say
But you could shoot up to Mr. Wheeler
and my daddy Jack
the little baby brother on the floor is Mack
Bryn and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing
On the river
watching them wings at the Joe
All I'm saying's if you know you know and man I know
I love my family that ain't my family
And this life ain't for everybody
Family guy, that's like alter Peter Griffin
We dinner dishing cos I was
At the river fishing
No kitten pitching nor kitchen bitching
No cling to feeling
to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's
on fishing for likes
This is the age of the socials
This is your digital life
It's clear to me that we all want to be
Perfect in some people's eyes
Hang out
I'm for family, God, and country
For as long as I can breathe
Cause I still sing the anthem
No I won't take a knee
I stand tall for everyone and all
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