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The Sandbar Cliff

Been months since I've been fishin', underneath the starry skies, Been months since I've been fishin', underneath the starry skies, Next week I'll go for stripers, with me I'll bring some pie. I fish into the ocean, through all the crashing waves, I fish into the ocean, through all the crashing waves, I'm thinking about the bait I'll use, that I'll pull out of the bay I make up my own tackle, simple fish finding rigs, I make up my own tackle, simple fish finding rigs, Couple with some healthy clams, I'll make my way to Brig'. The foxes look to seal my bait, I'm on the watch for them, The foxes look to seal my bait, I'm on the watch for them, It's dark and cold all about, many weakfish fill their den. Far away back at my home, my family barely sleeps, Far away back at my home, my family barely sleeps, My safety they do pray for, and filet dinners for the keeps. Most nights it's just sharks and skates, or seaweed from the drift, Most nights it's just sharks and skates, or seaweed from the drift, My truck facing the ocean front, my line across the sandbar cliff. 2018

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