First light, first bite
Oh so early in the morning
No one gave me any warning
This is the life of a fisherman
My dad before me and his dad before him
And now my son, too
So much to do
Passing the torch
Chasing the elusive Chinook
I just need a line and a hook
Wiggle Hoochies or Mexican hat spinners
They\'re all winners
It becomes an addiction
Or maybe a tradition
Sometimes a competition
I wouldn\'t have it any other way
I love this life
Growing old with Old Man River
Everyday I hope it will deliver, Old Man River
Angry fish taking a second bite after the first one failed
He\'s still chasing me so I chase him
As we troll up and down the river so do the seals
Always fighting the seals
Maybe a Coho this time
It doesn\'t matter
They are both God\'s creation
When the leaves start to fall into the river the fishing will start to wither
Life is better when you catch fish
You can ask but I won\'t tell
The name of the river, that is
Reflections on the water
So beautiful
Sometimes it takes my breath away