Fisherman's Prayer

Pump Boys & Dinettes ~ Fisherman's Prayer

I was lured by the moon to the coast of Carolina

I was hooked by the Crystal Motel

I flopped out onto the night fishing pier

Where I survived in a bucket of beer

Four dozen fishing poles rose and fell

In the swells where the bluefish and mackerel dwell

In the swells where the king mackerel dwells

Oh the lightning cracked open

The dark midnight ocean

And the wind raised hell with the lines

And the thunderstorm poured and drove us indoors

To the pinball and more Ballentines

And the wee hours passed, faces pressed to the glass

And some gave up and went on

But the faithful they stayed, and drank as they prayed

That in the morning the storm would be gone

Oh we drank as we prayed

And prayed as we drank

And the monsoon seemed nothing by then

And the deputies came to put two in the tank

And they floundered off into the wind

Now some folks out there spend their whole lives in prayer

Good Luck has to come from somewhere

We imbibed to the dregs on wobbly legs

And prayed this Fisherman's Prayer

Let us bow our heads

Give me the strength to get up at dawn

Help me get out of bed

Give me the vision to find my rod and reel

Show me the righteous way to my shoes

Pardon the path that I tread

Bless O Lord thy fish, my evening meal