At the landing, 4am, eyes heavy as lead
Chasin’ silver ghosts, climbin’ out of the bed
Splash the boat, park the truck, watch the waves grow
Creepin’ through the "no wake zone, nice and slow
See the boys on the break wall slinging spoons in the dark
But we’re headed for the deep, lookin' for a spark
Past the pier heads, trim it down, motor wound tight
Smash the throttle open, heading into the light.
Chrome in the cooler and the sun on the rise
Got that 12-rod spread ‘neath the summer skies
From the hundred-foot depths to the break-wall high
We’re chasin’ that king, we’re livin’ that life
Drag start screamin’, yeah the battle is on
From the 4am launch 'til the light is gone
Red, white, and blue—yeah, the flag’s on the bay
Just a mayhem summer on the 4th of July.
Set shop in a hundred-ten, let the games begin
Sink the rigger ball deep, give the rod a bend
Bleed the divers, copper boards out on the wing
White Megatron flasher, waitin’ for the sing
12 rods out, moon shimmerin' North
Waiting on a Mature King to show us his worth
Let’s go!
There goes the meat rig, drag startin’ to peel
Wire line cuttin’ water, makin’ music with the reel.
Black mouth on the deck, reset the line
300 copper hits—man, we’re doin' fine!
Dipsey’s next, one-two-three in a row
Tripled on the Kings, watch the chrome show!
The Green Hulk gets smashed, Coho tryin’ to dash
Chrome airborne, LETS GO! watch it splash
Adrenaline is pumping, yeah it’s reaching the peak
The kind of morning mayhem we all seek.
Sun's beating down, the surface like a mirror
We're huntin' for the thermocline, getting a little clearer
Swap the glow spoons out for the shiny and the bright
Keep the autopilot locked, keep the spread tight
Sweat on the brow but the blood’s on the floor
Open up the hatch, we’re gonna need a little more
Rods banging on the rigger, rhythmic and steady
When that next King pops, you know we’re stayin' ready.
Wind dies down and the fog starts to lift
Kings go quiet, let the Steelhead shift
Eight-pound rainbow thrashing on a spoon
Dragon Slayer’s hittin’ in the heat of the noon
Lead core tangled in the 250-line
But we’re 8 for 10 and we’re feeling sublime
Cut the gills, hit the ice, keep the meat cold
Best damn story that's ever been told.
12 rods went down to 8, we’re feeling the weight
Need two more fish to finish off the plate
Hurry up and get the diver back down deep. We got fish on the graph and they’re gonna leap.
From the water, Mid-morning kings start to move back in.
Got the net in the air, got the steel in the hand
The best day on the water across this Free land.
Red white and blue skys
Living the dream.
Yeah, we're living the dream.
22-pounder on the board, keep the fillets cold .
Mayhem on the fish, let the story be told.
Chasing that chrome, dream
