Lyrics:
From the old town to the dockside ay
Lost at sea
I got my people and they got me
Saved by lighthouse
Lost at sea
I got my people and they got me
Saved by
got a good one
Everywhere I go the people all know
Everyone's doing that rag
Everyone's doing that rag
Take my line go fishing for a Tuesday
Maybe
the gold faucets
Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
U.S Marshalls on the way and they cut open the gates
Know we going to trial by the look
Half a mile from the county fair
The rain came pouring down
Me and Billy standing there
With a silver half a crown
So we put our fishing rods
I just finished a book
With it's cover torn and its pages worn
The story starts on the day you were born in the city
Where movie houses stood
hands are red
He said, You took him and Billy fishing by the old oak tree
Told them both to wait for you, you had to go pee
Then you snuck up from
Up in Massachusetts There's a little spit of land.
The men who make the maps, yes, they call the place Cape Ann.
The men who do the fishing call it
gone fishing
Too many in the sea to settle for chicken
That's how goldfish become piranhas
Now she's wreaking havoc as somebody's baby mama
I Wish you
by the sea
I lost control here
Living free
I left my soul there
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free
Fishing boats sail past
cry, cry
Old money
Your old money doesn't matter now
Have mercy
Mercy, mercy, daddy's going fishing now
He put the bait onto his line
He's
being for such a brief moment, bedazzled and perplexed
Bowled over by the apparent insignificance of our lives
Yet struck by the immediacy and potency
like tonight is the
Night by Betty Wright
It's my first piece of ass
And it's awfully tight
But I'm still finna handle my
Business like a dog
Fading that
the beers
Well, you'd think I'd have tamed
My old dragons by now
I've always tried to be a good scout
But every now and then they come swoopin' in
Saying,
worn-out love song
Tell me do you like my hair this way?
Remember all the way back in the day
When we would compare whose Afro was the roundest?
missing
And her uncle skipped town like he was gone fishing
To this day they never found neither
And with a name like Tra'niece they ain't even trying
Fuck
every day of my life
They don't play fair
We're all the same
You do whatever you like
I'll make my legend by today in any way that it flies
Hey
We
or take
Don't know what you're missing
Now I'm going fishing
I cant find the words to sink you so deep
It's hard ta breathe cause you just wanna preach
I throw my heart out on a fishing line
And people take a bite
But I can't call them mine
And it can get lonely when I'm up at night
With no one by my
reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over the scanner to buy your dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss the days of the old
reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over the scanner to buy your dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss the days of the old
the sounds, the smells, the haze
Down by the lake, a campfire is burning
Fishing off the dock there's walleyes there
The moon is bright, my hound dogs' barking
all day
And the catfish play
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through
by the sea
I lost control here
Living free
I left my soul there
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free
Fishing boats sail past
time to take a stand
You've seen your life come shaped by foreign hands
And so it's time to make a move
Letting the world know that you greatly
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