The river water diverts to other places To nurture central valley seeds The northern waters that slosh desert fairways Fulfill So-Cal golfers needs
The Mighty Chook, it used to run the rivers To the grounds where they spawn Thin numbers, as the shipping ferries waned Pretty soon, they'll all be gone
Jimmy Mac runs the trawler of his father Who got it passed down from his Pa Three closed seasons, and a banknote on his shoulder That Jimmy's hidin' from the law
Jimmy watched, as the bulk of the fleet Sold their boats and moved away But after the stroke, he promised to his father He'd do his best to stay [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/primus/last_salmon_man.html ] CHORUS: He'd remember the days when his father used to show him How to set the temp on the fuel? His hand upon his shoulder, he looked out at the water Said, "Son it is my fear, that you'll be the Last Salmon Man."
You're the Last Salmon Man You're the Last Salmon Man You're the Last Salmon Man, from the MacGoverner's? clan
*JAM SESSION*
2010 they re-opened North Cal. waters To the salmon chasing slew Four straight days, Jimmy trolled the jagged coastline But, the fish were far and few
Jimmy watched as the bulk of the fleet Packed their boats and moved away But on his death bed, he promised to his father He'd do his best to stay
CHORUS
Last Salmon Man He's the Last Salmon Man He's the Last Salmon Man He's the Last Salmon Man, from the MacGoverner's? clan