The river water 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 its pond Fade numbers as the tributaries wane Pretty 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 In 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 MacGonagall 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 MacGonagall Clan
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