[Intro]
[Verse]
Tie her up and let her rot, for it soon will be forgot
That we ever built a boat to match the men
Puget Island born and bred to the grey skies overhead
And we ll never see the likes of her again
[Verse]
Tie her up and let her rot, for the last fish that I caught
Never made enough to buy the gas that day
When you re going after salmon, it is feast or it is famine
And it looks like Mister Famine s here to stay
[Verse]
Tie her up and let her rot, for the sons that I begot
Have made their fame and fortune on the land
And they laugh when they explain, they don t miss the wind and rain
But it s just not in my blood to understand
[Verse]
Tie her up and let her rot, for I think it matters not
Where my father s father s father fished before
From the river to the sea, now it ends right here with me
There will be no Larsons fish here anymore
[Verse]
Tie her up and let her rot, for we found a pretty spot
And we can t afford to lose another dime
And if the floods wash her away, well, who am I to say
She will run this mighty river one last time
And if the floods wash her away, well, who am I to say
Let her run this mighty river one last time