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thekingofvibes22 - lucky He Kept Fishing On ( my souno fishing story original)

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[Intro] oh yeaaa The old man down by the river bend, they call him "Lucky." ooooo yeaaaa Not for what he catches, but for what he knows. mmmm He’s seen more sunrises than most folks have seen full moons, all from the same spot, waiting. this is that story of how lucky he relly is yea yeaaaaa ohuawooo mmmm [Verse 1] Before the sun had found the mill, He’d shoulder up his tackle box, Past the fence by Miller’s field, To the bend beyond the old bait shop. His father showed him how to read The rings that spread across the rain, And every quiet cast he made Put a little fire in his name. [Chorus] He kept that line in the water, Through the cold and the heat, With a coffee in the morning And mud beneath his feet. When the river ran stubborn, When the daylight was gone, He said, “There’s still a chance out there,” And he kept fishing on. oh yeaaa eyyy He kept that line in the water, Through the cold and the heat, With a coffee in the morning oh With a coffee in the morning And mud beneath his feet. He said, “There’s still a chance out there,” mmmmm And he kept fishing on. [Verse 2] By twelve he knew the creek by heart, Where bluegill gathered under roots, Where the deep pool held its silver flash, Where the bass would strike at dusk. He learned to mend a broken line, To tie a knot by lantern flame, And when the other boys went home, He stayed until the stars came. so sing it again [Chorus] He kept that line in the water, Through the cold and the heat, oh yeaa eyyyy With a coffee in the morning And mud beneath his feet. oh there mud beneath his feet. When the river ran stubborn, When the daylight was gone, woooo hoooo He said, “There’s still a chance out there,” And he kept fishing on. [Bridge] Years rolled by like barges, His hands grew rough and brown, He taught his daughter casting On the same bend out of town. On the same bend out of town. She asked, “What if we catch nothing?” He smiled beneath his hat, oh yea eyyyyy “Then we’ll come back tomorrow, The river’s always got a map.” (Guitar Solo - Epic, soaring 80s shredding) [Verse 3] Now folks drive down from counties over When they need a lesson learned, He can find a fish in muddy water By the way the cattails turn. But the finest thing he ever caught Wasn’t weighed or hung on a wall, It was the will to try once more Whenever hope looked small. so sing it once more [Final Chorus] He kept that line in the water, oh He kept that line in the water, Through the cold and the heat, With a coffee in the morning oh yeaa eyy And mud beneath his feet. When the river ran stubborn, When the daylight was gone, oh daylight was gone, He said, “There’s still a chance out there,” mmmmm And he kept fishing on. He kept fishing on, oh yes He kept fishing on, Day and night, he carried on, oh on and on yea eyy With the river at his side, And a patient heart wide open, He kept fishing on.