Good ta Go

Daybreak down in Manteo, twin diesels rumble low,

Maggie’s got the coffee on, and Gauge is set to go.

She calls, “Clint, let’s catch a big one!” as I turn her toward the sea,

On our forty-eight-foot Viking, there’s no place I’d rather be.

Good to Go, boys, Good to Go,

Where the Gulf Stream meets the sky.

Lines snap free of the outriggers,

Hear those big reels scream and cry!

Tuna diggin’, mahi flashin’,

Marlin jumpin’ through the foam,

With my Maggie and Gauge beside me,

This old Viking feels like home.

A bull mahi flashes green and gold out past the foamin’ wake,

Then a giant tuna grabs a bait and makes that rod tip shake.

He takes a hundred yards of line each time I win back two,

Maggie laughs, “You asked for a big one—now he’s got ahold of you!”

Good to Go, boys, Good to Go,

Where the Gulf Stream meets the sky.

Lines snap free of the outriggers,

Hear those big reels scream and cry!

Tuna diggin’, mahi flashin’,

Marlin jumpin’ through the foam,

With my Maggie and Gauge beside me,

This old Viking feels like home.

Then a blue marlin comes up jumpin’, silver spray against the sun,

Throwin’ diamonds from his shoulders—Lord, that fish was born to run.

We finally get him to the leader, let him swim another day,

Gauge is barkin’ like he caught him as that blue fades clean away.

Now my hands are sore, my shirt is stained, the sun is sinkin’ low,

Maggie steals a salty kiss while I point us back toward home.

Some men dream of mansions, but the richest life I know

Is my wife, my dog, and days like this aboard the Good to Go.

Good to Go, boys, Good to Go,

Where the Gulf Stream meets the sky.

Lines snap free of the outriggers,

Hear those big reels scream and cry!

Tuna diggin’, mahi flashin’,

Marlin jumpin’ through the foam,

With my Maggie and Gauge beside me,

This old Viking feels like home.

Forty-eight feet of Viking, let them Carolina breezes blow…

Good to Go Sportfishing—

Lord, we’re Good to Go.