Last Salmon Man (Fisherman's Chronicles, Part IV)

The river water diverts to other places To nurture central valley seeds The northern waters that sloshes desert fairways Fulfill So-Cal golfers needs The Mighty Chinook that used to run the rivers To the grounds where they spawn Thin numbers, as the tributaries wane Pretty soon, they'll all be gone Jimmy Mac runs the trawler of his father Who got it passed down from his Pa Three closed seasons, and the bank note on his shoulder Now Jimmy's hiding from the law Jimmy watched, as the bulk of the fleet Sold their boats and moved away But after the stroke, he promised to his father He'd do his best to stay...in Bodega Bay [Pre-Chorus] He remembered the days when his father used to show him How to set and tend all the gear With his hand on his shoulder, he looked out at the waters And said, "Son it is my fear [Chorus] That you'll be the Last Salmon Man." You're the Last Salmon Man You're the Last Salmon Man You're the Last Salmon Man, from the MacDonagal clan [Instrumental] 2010 they re-opened Norcal waters To the salmon chasing slew Four straight days, Jimmy trolled the jagged coastline But the fish were far and few Jimmy watched as the bulk of the fleet Packed their boats and moved away But on his deathbed, he promised to his father He'd do his best to stay...in Bodega Bay [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]