Peak Crossing Bait Run

[Under Watchful Eyes ] [Intro – spoken/playful] Now bait… Didn’t just come from a servo fridge, alright? Nah, this was a full production… [Verse 1] Pop had worms out the back, turnin’ soil all day Said, “That’s good bait”, we’d say, “Okay” Big fat wrigglers, bucket full Thought we were set, thought that’d do [Backing:] ("Thought that’d do!”) But the old blokes laughed, gave a look real slow Said, “That’s just startin’, got more to go” “Fish got taste", deadpan stare “You don’t serve ‘em scraps, you show you care” [Backing: ] ("Show you care!”) [Pre-Chorus] No rushin’ in, no half-done plan You did it proper, or not at all, young man [CHORUS] Yeah it took some thought, more than you’d believe (Backing: “More than you’d believe!”) Not just throw a line and leave Miles and maps and time well spent Every trip had its own intent No screens, no rush, just sky so wide (Backing: “Sky so wide!”) All of us packed in for the ride Yeah fishing back then wasn’t just a plan, It was a whole life in a station wagon [Verse 2] Pile in the car, “C’mon, let’s go!” Out to Peak Crossing, nice and slow Kick off shoes straight in the mud Kids start squelchin’ through the sludge [Backing:] (“Through the sludge!”) Toes do the searchin’, eyes just guess “Found one!” nah… just more mess Then you feel that shell, tucked down low Dig it up “Now that’s the go!” [Backing:] (“That’s the go!”) [Verse 3] Grey and slimy, stinkin’ strong Hands like that all day long Old ones standin’, arms all crossed Watchin’ close no lessons lost [Backing:] (“Watchin’ close!”) No big speech, no carry-on Just a grunt if you got it wrong Little nod if you got it right That was praise in their daylight [Backing:] (“Too right!”) [Pre-Chorus] No shortcuts there, you earned your keep Learned it muddy, learned it deep [CHORUS] Yeah it took some thought, more than you’d believe [Backing:] (“More than you’d believe!”) Not just throw a line and leave Miles and maps and time well spent Every trip had its own intent No screens, no rush, just sky so wide [Backing:] (“Sky so wide!”) All of us packed in for the ride Yeah fishing back then wasn’t just a plan It was a whole life in a station wagon [Bridge – comic highlight] By the end we smelled like the creek itself Didn’t matter much to anyone else Mum’d say, “You lot, are you gettin’ in?” We’d just grin, “Yeah, we’re gettin’ in!” [Backing soft:] (“We’re gettin’ in…”) [Outro] Mud on your boots, grin on your face That was learnin’, that was the place Under watchful eyes we came to stand… Knowin’ things you learn by hand [Backing fades:] (“By hand…”)