Old Carlisle needs some money
He's running 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 sandbar
Hear the donkey motor whine
The donkey man minds his business
And I know to be minding mine
I learned from the best
Hear them crabbers cuss the weather
'N' they cuss the government too
Cause nowadays crabbing and fishing
Hanging on to a pot to piss in
Is just about the best a man can do
It's hard not to cry and cuss
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'tcha know they've seen some times
They remember gaslights
Oyster war machine gun fights
Wish I'd known them in their prime
Now they stare out past the lights
To the darkness on the water
I don't think they're liking 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 longboat
We get to keep whatever's gilled
Take a bag of bunkers home
For crab bait and bluefish chum
String of croaker for the Sunday meal
String of croaker makes a meal
It's hard not to cry and cuss
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
'Cause at the end of the rope there's a little more rope
Most times
Uncle Freddy said we did a good job
He's sending 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 to get here before dawn
He's got that green uniform and the kids think he's a jerk
But you know it's somebody's cousin and we can't have a hometown boy out of work
It's hard not to cry and cuss
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
'Cause at the end of the rope there's a little more rope
Most times