Genesis Owusu — A Song About Fishing

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«A song about fishing»

[Verse 1]
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

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[Verse 2]
I sailed down stream to see what had, I
Pulled my boat along the land, I
Swam the dirt, and walked the stream and

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

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