.Song about fishing (woo)
The mud in my fingers had dried to a crust
Sleep in my eyes, I pick my rust
My boots have been ravaged in browns and grays, I've
Seen no scale and I've, seen no pay, but
Still I trudge to a spotless stream
Not a bird in the sky or a fish in the sea
To dw.
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