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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 dwell in these waters is a foolish way To believe one night, that I'll win the day And rise and shine, to dawn I wake To cast my net in a fishless lake Rise and shine, to dawn I wake Casting my net in a fishless lake Each day like a retake Fisherman inside a sweepstake Each day like a retake Fisherman inside a sweepstake Each day like a retake Fisherman inside a sweepstake Each day like a retake Fisherman inside a sweepstake I sailed down stream to see what had, I Pulled my boat along the land, I Swam the dirt, and walked the stream and Letras de cancionesOff the shore, I saw a bream and Tuna too, and salmon roe Do my eyes deceive, but my net had broke I told my tale to a merchant man He pittied me a dollar, and gave me his hand, he said Rise and shine, to dawn I wake To cast my net in a fishless lake Rise and shine, to dawn I wake Casting my net in a fishless lake Each day like a retake Fisherman inside a sweepstake Each day like a retake Fisherman inside a sweepstake Each day like a retake Fisherman inside a sweepstake Each day like a retake Fisherman inside a sweepstake Rise and shine, to dawn I wake To cast my net in a fishless lake Rise and shine, to dawn I wake Casting my net in a fishless lake From Letras Mania