Port O'Brien - Fisherman's Son | Текст песни

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I'm a fisherman's son got fisherman's ways
I fished with my father in my young days
I learned the fine craft of the fisherman's trade
Just to pass to my son so he'll do the same

The sea is my lifeline the shore is my home
I've been to your cities I didn't stay long
I stared at the bright lights the dark city ways
I'll tell you that's not for me, no I didn't stay

Singing
La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La

Some days are rough so we roll with the waves
This living is tough, slack is the pay
But we leave with the sunrise, we wake at the dawn
Singing the fisherman's song

Singing
La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La

I'm a fisherman's son got fisherman's blood
Just hauling the lobster, jigging the cod
And if you don't like me then leave me alone
And I'll go on singing my fisherman's song

Singing
La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La

Singing
La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La

I'm a fisherman's son got fisherman's ways
I fished with my father in my young days
I learned the fine craft of the fisherman's
Just to pass to my son so he'll do the same

Singing
La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La

Singing
La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La

Singing
La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La

Singing
La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La

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