If I were a fisherman of hopes and dreams I'd buy me a boat, take it out to sea Cuttin' waves, dodging storms Casting nets down to the ocean floor
Worst case we go hungry and blame our luck Have a drink, act like we don't care so much But to keep on swimmin', castaway Hooked on your own line from just the other day
And I can't drink the river to dry the land Bury the ocean beneath the sand But I can love you Until the tide pulls me under by and by
I went searching for a pot of gold Dad always said I had a knack for diggin' holes If faith were a shovel to any man of means Why am I always standing, the dirt up to my knees?
To Carolina, swift I'll drive Edge of the road, sharp as a knife Hundred miles an hour, I'm comin' home to you Hopin' to make up for all the grief I put you through
And I can't drink the river to dry the land Or bury the ocean beneath the sand But I can love you Until the tide pulls me under by and by By and byTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
