old carlisle needs some money he s runnin a seine out off the point we ll all go help him though commercial season s closed we might all wind up in the joint there s bright lights out on the sand bar hear the donkey motor whine the donkey man minds his business i know to be mindin mind i learned from the best hear them crabbers cuss the weather and they cuss the government too cause nowadays crabbin and fishin hangin on to a pot to piss in is just about the best a man can do it s hard not to cry and cuss when this old world is just bigger than us and all we got is pride and trust in our kind old carlisle and uncle freddy don t you know they ve seen some times they remember gas light oyster war machine gun fights i wished i d known em in their prime now they stare out past the lights to the darkness on the water i don t think they re likin what they see long before that seine can make a circle they ll know what the outcome s gonna be they learned from the best they learned from the best so haul that seine up in the long boat we get to keep whatever s gilled we ll take a bag of bunkers home for crab bait and blue fish chum a string of croaker for the sunday meal string of croaker makes a meal it s hard not to cry and cuss when this old world is just bigger than us and all we got is pride and trust in our kind staring down that long steep slope we gather round and we hold out hope because at the end of the rope there s a little more rope most times uncle freddy said we did a good job he s sendin us home with a nine pound blue but i don t see a truckload for the market what s old carlisle gonna do cept haul them lights in off the sandbar shut the donkey motor down tow them longboats up the river let s all get on back to town let s all get on back to town before the warden comes he knows better than get here before dawn he s got that green uniform and the kids think he s a jerk but you know he s somebody s cousin and we can t have a hometown boy out of work it s hard not to cry and cuss when this old world is just bigger than us and all we got is pride and trust in our kind staring down that long steep slope we gather round and we hold out hope because at the end of the rope there s a little more rope most times