Bluffer, I Am

I was raised by the wind off Crown Lake shore, Where the gulls all cry and the mill whistles roar. Mama worked the diner, Daddy hauled the nets, A town full of stories I ain’t finished tellin’ yet. Bluffer, I am, Bluffer I’ll be, Born by the wind and the tears of the lake— Raise your glass, Don’t let it fall, Bluffer I am, and proud of it all! Walked Old Town roads ’til the soles wore thin, Played break-room tunes with a dented mandolin. Went to war a boy, came limping back a man, But the Bluff still held me like only home can. Bluffer, I am, Bluffer I’ll be, Born by the wind and the tears of the lake— Raise your glass, Don’t let it fall, Bluffer I am, and proud of it all! Saw the Bluff Tavern lights glow warm in the rain, Heard a hundred hearts beat through hard-earned pain. Every cracked old pier, every rusted rail, Tells a tale of the folks who will never fail. Bluffer, I am, Bluffer I’ll be, Born by the wind and the tears of the lake— Raise your glass, Don’t let it fall, Bluffer I am, and proud of it all! Who stands tall when the storm rolls in? A Bluffer does! Who keeps faith through thick and thin? A Bluffer does! Who drinks deep and sings it loud? We Bluffers do, and we’re damn proud! Now I sit on this stool with my old six-string, Let the lake wind carry every note I sing. And when I’m gone someday, let the Bluff still know— I gave this town my heart, every high and low. Bluffer, I am, Bluffer I’ll be, Born by the wind and the tears of the lake— Raise your glass, Don’t let it fall, Bluffer I am… and proud of it all!