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IronNoggin
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marbledmurrelet
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Here's a west coat legend, I was forwarded the lyrics years ago and found them today while cleaning up my computer.
The Day the Fishing Died
by Darryl Harder (to the tune “American
Pie” by Don McLean)
A long, long time ago
I can still remember when the fishing used
to make me smile.
And I knew if I had the chance
That I could make the salmon dance
And maybe my guests’d happy – for a while.
But late August made me shiver
With each herring head I did sever.
Bad news on the South End
My fishing rod would not bend.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about those ****** tides.
Something touched me deep inside
The day the fishing died.
Chorus:
So bye, bye, coho spring and sockeye
Drove my Whaler to the trailer
and I parked it inside.
There’s no more work for a fishing guide
Because no one wants to go for a ride
Without getting a strike every tide.
Did you read the book of tides?
And do you have faith in your fishing guide?
If good ol’ Richie tells you so.
Do you believe in the herring roll?
Can mooching save your mortal soul
And can you teach me
how to troll real slow?
Well I know that you’ve been out of luck
So don’t blame me when fishing sucks.
You spent your hard-earned cash
To come out here and burn gas!
I was a lonely blond-haired fishing dude
With a 15 Whaler and an Evinrude
And I sure was in a pissed off mood
The day the fishing died.
Chorus
I knew a girl who served up bait
And I asked her out on a date
But she just smiled and turned away.
And I went down to the tackle store
Where I bought my gear those years before
But the man there said,
“No customers today.”
And in the streets the jiggers screamed
The trollers cried and
the moochers dreamed
Not a word was spoken
My Fenwick rod was broken.
And the three things I admire most
Big fish, good times, and
the chance to boast
The whole damn works was suddenly toast
The day the fishing died.
Chorus
The Day the Fishing Died
by Darryl Harder (to the tune “American
Pie” by Don McLean)
A long, long time ago
I can still remember when the fishing used
to make me smile.
And I knew if I had the chance
That I could make the salmon dance
And maybe my guests’d happy – for a while.
But late August made me shiver
With each herring head I did sever.
Bad news on the South End
My fishing rod would not bend.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about those ****** tides.
Something touched me deep inside
The day the fishing died.
Chorus:
So bye, bye, coho spring and sockeye
Drove my Whaler to the trailer
and I parked it inside.
There’s no more work for a fishing guide
Because no one wants to go for a ride
Without getting a strike every tide.
Did you read the book of tides?
And do you have faith in your fishing guide?
If good ol’ Richie tells you so.
Do you believe in the herring roll?
Can mooching save your mortal soul
And can you teach me
how to troll real slow?
Well I know that you’ve been out of luck
So don’t blame me when fishing sucks.
You spent your hard-earned cash
To come out here and burn gas!
I was a lonely blond-haired fishing dude
With a 15 Whaler and an Evinrude
And I sure was in a pissed off mood
The day the fishing died.
Chorus
I knew a girl who served up bait
And I asked her out on a date
But she just smiled and turned away.
And I went down to the tackle store
Where I bought my gear those years before
But the man there said,
“No customers today.”
And in the streets the jiggers screamed
The trollers cried and
the moochers dreamed
Not a word was spoken
My Fenwick rod was broken.
And the three things I admire most
Big fish, good times, and
the chance to boast
The whole damn works was suddenly toast
The day the fishing died.
Chorus
Totally unexpected
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First album my mom bought for me...bless her heart
Bryan Allen
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Yes-- I am old but I know good chit !
IronNoggin
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IronNoggin
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Miss that life dearly...
