| First one off the dock, long before dawn
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| Headed to the blue water, won’t take long
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| A box full of ballyhoo, rigged just right
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| Still hurtin' from that party last night
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| 30 miles later, get the call lines in
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| Scramble' round the cockpit thinkin' we’re gonna win
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| Seven hours later, we still ain’t caught a thing
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| Mood on this boat sure has changed
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| I got the blue marlin blues
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| From my hat to my shoes
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| I used to catch 'em in twos
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| No matter which bait I choose
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| How many more can I lose
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| They got me drinkin' the booze
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| I got the blue marlin blues
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| I had one swimmin' right behind my bait
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| All lit up man, I just couldn’t wait
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| I picked up the rod, I put it in free spool
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| Thinkin' I’ll shake these blue marlin blues
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| He knocked it out of the clip
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| And I fed him some line
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| I locked it up and I began to wind
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| He came out of the water
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| Spit the bait right at me
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| And disappeared back into the sea
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| I got the blue marlin blues
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| From my hat to my shoes
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| I used to catch 'em in twos
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| No matter which bait I choose
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| How many more can I lose
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| They got me drinkin' the booze
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| I got the blue marlin blues |