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
MrTealReelz
