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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'