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Thread #79685   Message #1446111
Posted By: DannyC
29-Mar-05 - 03:17 PM
Thread Name: Folk Songs for anglers!
Subject: Lyr Add: KEEP ON FISHIN' (Jon Campbell)
I would try to avoid this one, though I am laughing aloud as I post it. A friend of mine named Walter McDonugh sings it all summer long out on Block Island (he says it's written by a fella named Jon Campbell):

KEEP ON FISHIN'

Ya know sometimes ya just can't win from tryin'
Couldn't catch a fish if fish was flyin'
Nets and cables all get knautted
And the engine runs like the diesel's clautted
And nothin' goes like ya think it oughtah
Ya get bags 'n bags 'n bags o' watah
Think ya mighta died an' gone ta heaven
If ya could just get a job at a Seven-Eleven

Well it was ice an' rain an' freezin' up hawd
We had three sea robins an' a seven-inch cod
Takin' on watah an' losin' the ruddah
An' the god damn prop made the whole boat shuddah
We were halfway done an' haulin' back
When the cable let go with a terrible crack
Took out the cook as he stood at the rail
Scrambled as eggs – dead as a nail

We all stood aroun' – thumb in our butts
We had to do somethin' but we didn't know wut
An' though he kinda looked unduh the weathuh
Most of us thought he neveh looked betteh

CHORUS
But we had bills and ice to pay
An' we just had steamed out yestahday
He wuz a real good hand an' we all will miss 'im
But we iced him down an' we kept on fishin'

Well if ya said we were cold, I'd have to agree
But no colder than him there by a cod disease
Besides it wuz quiet 'n peaceful below the deck n'
He couldn't say nuthin' about it I reckon
While he wuz lyin' an' chillin' down there
We took a vote – "Yeah, he'll make a full share."
An' most of us thought that wuz a damn good deal
Seein' as we had to cook our own meals

CHORUS

Well it took us a while to finish that trip
Down at the dock they give us some lip
An' the Coast guard came down to see wut it was about
But the bastahds wouldn't help us lumpin' him out
They said we had no respect for the dead
But they're lucky we didn't gut 'im 'n head 'im
An' when it came time to fishin' – don't ya know
We couldn't find a single dude in Point Judith willin' ta go

CHORUS

CHORUS (2nd time thru)…
An' when yer into a big ole mess of fish
Ya just keep on fishin'