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[Verse 1]
The dock was slick with rain
Your boots were split in two
Old Mr. Vale just laughed
When the bucket jumped the view
You wore your Sunday coat
I wore a borrowed grin
We stood there shoulder to shoulder
And let the lesson in
[Pre-Chorus]
Kings lose their names out here
Shoes sink, and pride goes thin
The river keeps its verdict
And the first one never wins
[Chorus]
All men are equal before fish
All men are equal before fish
Hook in the hand, and the truth on the line
(All men are equal before fish)
All men are equal before fish
You and me, we learn it quick
When that silver body turns
We bow to the pull of it
(All men are equal before fish)
[Verse 2]
My uncle lost a pole
Then found it by the pier
Said, “Son, the fish don’t care
Who’s loud or who’s sincere”
The kid with the patched-up net
The banker with clean gloves
All freeze at the same cold splash
When the water rises up
[Pre-Chorus]
No tie, no title, no talk
Can sweeten that hard bite
Out on the boards at dawn
We all get measured right
[Chorus]
All men are equal before fish
All men are equal before fish
Hook in the hand, and the truth on the line
(All men are equal before fish)
All men are equal before fish
You and me, we learn it quick
When that silver body turns
We bow to the pull of it
(All men are equal before fish)
[Bridge]
So pass me the dented tin
And that old frayed line
We came here full of stories
But the water changed our minds
The lake keeps its own law
Cold, clean, and plain
It takes the name from everyone
And gives it back the same
[Chorus]
All men are equal before fish
All men are equal before fish
Hook in the hand, and the truth on the line
(All men are equal before fish)
All men are equal before fish
You and me, we learn it quick
When that silver body turns
We bow to the pull of it
(All men are equal before fish)
Details
GeneratedMay 22, 2026
Duration3:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
Indie folk with lilting banjo arpeggios, brushed kick and hand percussion; verse stays close and conversational with dry acoustic guitar, pre-chorus opens on harmony drones, chorus lifts with stacked gang vocals and a simple banjo hook. Add fret squeaks, a soft harmony fiddle, and a quick banjo fill between lines. Warm, earthy, intimate close-mic mix with a handmade room feel., indie folk
Credits
Prompt by
Drnick55
Drnick55ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
All men are equal before fish.
Indie Folk and a banjo
