Hard out here

It’s hard out here for a fisherman

Back road miles, still wishin’ it’d hit again

It’s hard out here for a fisherman

Sherman Island stripers hidin’ like rent again

It’s hard out here for a fisherman

Gas light on, sun sinkin’ in

It’s hard out here for a fisherman

From Stockton roads to the Delta wind

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Verse 1

It’s hard out here for a fisherman

Mud on the boots, hands smell like minnows, man

Early morn’, frost on the windshield glass

Coffee cold, still mashin’ gas

OBS Chevy hummin’ low and slow

Rod in the back, cooler got hope

Delta fog hangin’ thick like smoke

Every cast feel like one last rope

Hit Sherman Island, wind talk loud

Stripers ghost me, ain’t nowhere ‘round

Tide ain’t right, birds don’t dive

Still stand there like somethin’ might

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Hook

It’s hard out here for a fisherman

Back road miles, still wishin’ it’d hit again

It’s hard out here for a fisherman

Sherman Island stripers hidin’ like rent again

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Verse 2

Drove from Stockton just to stand still

Burnt that tank on a stubborn will

Old timers say, “Son, be patient”

Patience broke, but I’m still waitin’

Line in the water, thoughts in my head

Bills due soon, fish play dead

Sun go down, sky turn red

Delta got me by a thread

Hands cracked up, knuckles sore

Still one more cast, then one more

Ain’t about luck, ain’t about fame

Just a man, a rod, and the quiet pain

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Bridge (spoken / drawl)

They don’t see the miles

They don’t smell the gas

They just see the picture

When you finally land that bass

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Final Hook (half-sung, chant)

It’s hard out here for a fisherman

Country soul with a stubborn grin

It’s hard out here for a fisherman

Ain’t caught nothin’… but I ain’t done yet