'Tween the darkness and the light
As the stars fade out of sight
I can hear his shiny boots fall on the sand
With a basket at his side and the morning full of pride
You can see him cast his line with skillful hands
CHORUS:
Hey, hey, fisherman
Wish you luck, that's all I can
Hey, hey, fisherman
Forget the world if that's your plan
As the morning turns to noon
He's content to sit and croon
And he lights his twisted pipe and settles down
Onward goes the time as he tries new baited line
So he digs another worm up from the ground
CHORUS
'Tween the nightness and the light
The line is taut, he has a bite
And he hauls the beauty in with skillful pride
And his patient mind is blown
'Cause the fish is overgrown
It was really worth the day for such a prize
Hey, hey, fisherman
Let them smell your frying pan
Hey, hey, fisherman
It's even better from a can
Even better from a can.
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