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Sheriff Ochs

Kind of Like Spitting

In the Red

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

It seemed like a good idea at the time me and this hell-raising buddy of mine
Thought we'd go gator fishing in the Louisiana swamp
He had some old

Gold ain't never been our style
Cold beer and a cane pole
Save us a little fishing hole
Where we can catch up on the time gone by
I wanna ride shotgun in

Short Memories

Graham Parker

Live Alone! Discovering Japan

1993

and pieces
D a g d
The president made a lot of speeches and went fishing for the day

D a d g
'cause they have short memories, they forget it all so quickly
D

Though I
Am long gone running out of sight
We’re tied
By knots and threads and fishing line

Loose lips sink ships
Space between us doesn’t matter
This

so easy, such sweet peace. Gone fishing with Mack, oh how I miss those days
The way he looked at me, and that loyal loving gaze, from the truck

a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods

Turned off day news

Turned off, they knew it's

Fishing all day. The river winds by
Chores done, sitting in the sun
Watch the children, play in the yard
Glass of rye, sitting on the porch

Country life,

guide
They snaking day ones I don't know if they on my side

In my bag why would I stress about a hoe
I been on the road
I ain't fishing but I keep a pole

To what I leave behind
Chart my course
To a beautiful open mind

A treasure map and a fishing rod
To get to the bottom of why I'm not on top
A two-by

the days gone by
Don't you worry bout me

It's always one more minute
Then I leave I gotta go
Hit my phone been ringing
Talking moneys onnnnn a roll
I

the rear view

Days pass me by, and i don't turn around
Not afraid to look, i bottle it inside
Ship it on a boat, to somewhere far and wide
I am changed, i

we were on a fishing boat far from the mainland
sailing for days, because we had lost our route
suddenly the sky became dark and the wind 
was

Who would've known it could ever end
Those were some of the best days of my life
When I didn't see the time passing by
They're the echoes of my life

going back some day come what may to blue bayou
Where the folks are fine and world is mine on blue bayou
Where those fishing boats with their sails float

hope that heaven is just like home

Go spend the rest of forever
Living your days together
Where a day feels like a thousand years by
If you look down

to melt into your shirt
It's a lot
Is there something we're missing?

We go out with our friends
And we sit, by the Thames
Going fishing

I don't

to melt into your shirt
It's a lot
Is there something we're missing?

We go out with our friends
And we sit, by the Thames
Going fishing

I don't

and sunshine
Barbecued down by the swimming hole
Catfish jumping on my fishing pole
Don't be so bougie, take your shoes off
Let your hair down, get your rocks

Fishing down by the river bend
Skipping rocks with my childhood friends
Grandpa's tales of the days long gone
In the warmth of the place where I belong

commandment says gotta get to fishing
That's a bet, cast your nets, boy get to fishing
What's the reason my pen hits this pad and my heart bleeds?
Crying out

names in the sand down by that old boat dock
If life had a rewind button I'd hit it nonstop
Those are the days I still go on about
I pissed her daddy off

I had a mind to bide my time
Singin' with my own
There entails by the fireside
A feeling so at home
But the days rolled by
And I didn't get it

In a forest by the southland
Met a girl who'd been tracking most the day
We enjoyed the same things like fishing 'n hunting which got us on our way