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he was a boy It's a blue day We could go fishing You'll catch the big one Sliding the knife under the skin Grateful for this offering And all
After Hours it was cool Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse Downtown late of three of course Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch
His life is that blue bike Ball glove and fishing pole Tree house, BB Gun and Band-Aid covered knees He does good delivering papers And cuttin'
my days are done, I want to be a fisherman. Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea. He sets out on a dark May morning . To bring his
and stepping stones Whiskey woman, campfire smoke The ending of the day Where you listen to the wind, whistle her tune Coyotes sing by the light of the moon
Oh God, Oh God, life is real life Is when you wanna sing Polly-Wally-Doodle all the day, Well you know, I may well be a sequel to Jaws, In which
sister and I recall once more The fishing schooners pulling into shore, And the dog-cart we drove in days before But we don't talk about that.
day and the catfish play on Blue Bayou Where the fishing boats with their sails afloat if I could only see That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes
Mrs. Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher And she controlled the children By using humiliation. The target always seemed to be Donny. He
a buzz It's a wonderful day to be Out here by the water I got a cup full of some dirt And them worms are sti
pinkies in the drawer" She can be like a maiden from the days of yore Hangin' out at Studio 54 Break-dancin' on the slick, brick disco floor With Lionel
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
Every morning I wake up Put on a brand new day Kiss my boy, grab my coat Drive these 18 wheels away With the words I miss you daddy That echo in my
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams Her honey belly pulls the seams Curves are still upon the hinge Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin Moist
I remember that day Like it happened yesterday The day I went fishing with Tom and Jim Oh I couldn't have been more than seven years old But that day
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
Hope it don't rain all day [Chorus] And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like Jelly Roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul
in a coma I'm super paid, 2 shows a day My rollie gold, no time to waste What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
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
hitting wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve
As cars go by I cast my mind's eye Over back packs on roof racks Beyond the horizon Where dream makers Working white plastic processors Invite
didn't mind my rusty truck Swinging by to pick you up I missed your sweet face, it was six long days Since I'd got to hang with you And we'd throw
Well, they'll never talk to us if we fish Why don't It's a beautiful day for fishing What do you think? I like the one in the light hat
hitting wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve
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