I am a fisherman, so were my parents Here in Cordova on Prince William Sound I'm not a treehugger but I love the mountains And hauling in the gill net with the ocean all around Life was good here, you could raise a family With a hundred thousand tons of Herring sent out every year 1989, the tanker grounded Nothing has ever been the same around here
Senator Stephens said not one drop Of oil would spill on Alaska's shores And if it happened it would be cleaned up But our beaches were still covered, as was the ocean floor Four years passed, each run collapsed It was then we knew for sure the Herring weren't coming back Exxon's promises of compensation Were about as empty as a used up paper sack
It was August 20th, 1993 When we fishermen decided something must be done We packed some groceries, we made some banners We headed out to Valdez Narrows beneath the midnight sun One hundred vessels took to the water Pushed through a storm and to the Valdez sea We lined up our boats, formed a blockade And waited for whatever might be
A tanker was approaching It was a sight to see there in the twilight of the day We saw it turning and we all cheered and cried As tanker after tanker after tanker turned away A Coast Guard gunship from Seattle Would take three days to get up to the sound We held the line til then, then we went back Home to Cordova, to this hallowed, oiled ground
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