Last Salmon Man

The river waters diverts to other places

to nurture central valley seeds

The Northern water that sloshes desert fairways

Fulfills So-Cal golfers needs

The mighty chinook that used to bend the rivers

Into the ground within it pond

Fade numbers as the tributaries wane

Soon they'll all be gone

Jimmy Mac runs the troller of his father

Who got it passed down from his Pa

Three crow seasons and a backnote on his shoulder

Jimmy's hiding from the law

Jimmy watched as the bulk of the fleet

Sold their boats or moved away

But after the stroke

He promised to his father

He'd do his best to stay

Bodega Bay

He remembered the days when his father used to show him

How to set and tend all of the gear

With his hand on his shoulder he looked out at the water

And said son "It is my fear, that you'll be the Last Salmon Man"

You're the Last Salmon Man

You're the Last Salmon Man

You're the Last Salmon Man of the MacGonagle Clan

2010 they re-opened Nor-Cal waters

To the Salmon chasing slew

Four straight days Jimmy trolled the jagged coast line

But the fish were far and few

Jimmy watched as the bulk of the fleet

Packed their boats and moved away

But on his deathbed

He promised to his father

He'd do his best to stay

In Bodega Bay

Bodega Bay

Bodega Bay

Bodega Bay

Bodega Bay

Bodega Bay

He remembered the days when his father used to show him

How to set and tend all of the gear

With his hand on his shoulder he looked out at the water

And said son "It is my fear, that you'll be the Last Salmon Man"

You're the Last Salmon Man

You're the Last Salmon Man

You're the Last Salmon Man of the MacGonagle Clan

Last Salmon Man

He's the Last Salmon Man

He's the Last Salmon Man

He's the Last Salmon Man of the MacGonagle Clan