Lobstering
The waves crash against the boat as I go out to sea,
The wind howling
It's cold
The smell of disele and the ocean fills the salty air
I walk out onto the frosty deck to fill bait bags
After an hour we get to the first trawl
The sun starts to rise and brightens the sky
Its time to get too work
Now all you can hear ia the radio and the hauler screaming
All day its 100 miles an hour nonstop
Until the sun starts to go down
Its time to get too work
Now all you can hear ia the radio and the hauler screaming
All day its 100 miles an hour nonstop
Until the sun starts to go down
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