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

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

 The river waters diverts to other places
 to nurture central valley seeds
 The Northern water that sloshes desert fairways
 Fulfills So-Cal golfers needs

 The mighty chinook that used to bend the rivers
 Into the ground within it pond
 Fade numbers as the tributaries wane
 Soon they'll all be gone

 Jimmy Mac runs the troller of his father
 Who got it passed down from his Pa
 Three crow seasons and a backnote on his shoulder
 Jimmy's hiding from the law

 Jimmy watched as the bulk of the fleet
 Sold their boats or moved away
 But after the stroke
 He promised to his father
 He'd do his best to stay
 Bodega Bay

 He remembered the days when his father used to show him
 How to set and tend all of the gear
 With his hand on his shoulder he looked out at the water
 And said son "It is my fear, 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 of the MacGonagle Clan

 2010 they re-opened Nor-Cal waters
 To the Salmon chasing slew
 Four straight days Jimmy trolled the jagged coast line
 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
 Bodega Bay
 Bodega Bay
 Bodega Bay
 Bodega Bay
 Bodega Bay

 He remembered the days when his father used to show him
 How to set and tend all of the gear
 With his hand on his shoulder he looked out at the water
 And said son "It is my fear, 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 of the MacGonagle Clan

 Last Salmon Man
 He's the Last Salmon Man
 He's the Last Salmon Man
 He's the Last Salmon Man of the MacGonagle Clan