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Original lyrics in the style of 1930s acoustic blues)

Verse 1  
Got a man in a suit, standin’ down by the pier,  
Talkin’ ‘bout the future, sayin’ “change is almost here.”  
But every time election rolls ‘round, he’s got somethin’ new to say,  
When the ballots all are counted, he just walks the other way.

Chorus  
🎶 Oh, I got the blues… the deep-sea, broken-net blues…  
They’re twistin’ up the rulebook, bendin’ it any way they choose.  
While the fish get fewer, and the promises grow tall,  
They’re fishin’ for our votes, not the ocean life at all. 🎶

Verse 2  
He shakes every hand, says he’s standin’ with the fleet,  
But he’s never smelled the diesel or felt that salt-burned heat.  
Says he’ll fix the quotas, says he’ll fight for every boat,  
But the ink dries different from the words he likes to quote.

Chorus  
🎶 Oh, I got the blues… the tide-turnin’, truth-fadin’ blues…  
They’re writin’ laws in backrooms, hopin’ we don’t see the ruse.  
And the ocean keeps on changin’, but the story stays the same,  
They’re trawlin’ for our trust in a rigged-up little game. 🎶

Bridge  
Now the old men on the jetty say they’ve heard it all before,  
Politicians come a-knockin’, then they vanish from the shore.  
But the sea don’t take excuses, and the nets don’t mend with lies,  
And a vote won by a promise is a promise that can die.

Final Chorus  
🎶 Oh, I got the blues… the long-line, low-tide blues…  
Wish they’d fight for the water like they fight to never lose.  
Till the day they hear us holler, till the day the truth comes through,  
We’ll keep singin’ these old blues ‘bout the things they never do. 🎶

pop, male