vincent armone - Deadliest Catch

Sailing along
the monster straight
the fisher men bait there pots
this is the season they all make it rich
dreams are worth alot

String after string
there ships move along
death is coming for some crew
and it wont be long

Ice as thick miles
snow a stinging pain
and if they get caught in a rain storm
they wont even bother to pray

Pulling up the eight hundreds
hoping it feels more
looking at all those king crabs
theres hope after all

Once in awhile
they get not a thing
there hearts a broken
this crab is a jester not a king

But they keep going
and death has to wait
because theres crabs on the strings
and the capt wants more pots to bait

Back to the port
they unload there catch
bow there heads
and pray for all the dead

But theres no time
for sorrow
when crabing is the game
right back out to sea
hope to see you again.

vincent armone

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