Letras de Fishermen Song

The fishermen are pitchin′ pennies in the sand beside the sea
The sunrise hits their oilskin boots and their painted boats and me
They seem to know the ocean like a man knows a woman
She makes them wait around for half the morning for the tide to turn

Pull on the ropes, St. Al fisherman
Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day
Pull in the nets, St. Al fisherman
Day's for work and night′s the time to go dancing

They're drinkin' beer and laughin′ and squintin′ at the sun
Waitin' for the gulls to tell them when the fish will come
Their faces brown and weathered from all the nets they′ve run
They've learned to wait, they always know that the tide will turn

Pull on the ropes, St. Al fisherman
Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day
Pull in the nets, St. Al fisherman
Day′s for work and night's the time to go dancing

Pull on the ropes, St. Al fisherman
Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day
Pull in the nets, St. Al fisherman
Day′s for work and night's the time to go dancing

Way out on the ocean, the big ships hunt for whales
The Japanese have caught so many that now they hunt for snails
My fishermen's not greedy, they seem content to live
With the sun and the sand and a net full of fishes when the tide turns

Pull on the ropes, St. Al fisherman
Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day
Pull in the nets, St. Al fisherman
Day′s for work and night′s the time to go dancing

Pull on the ropes, St. Al fisherman
Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day
Pull in the nets, St. Al fisherman
Day's for work and night′s the time to go dancing