| The river water diverts to other places
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| To nurture central valley seeds
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| The northern water that sloshes desert fairways
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| Fulfil So-Cal Golfers' needs
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| The mighty chinook that used to run the rivers
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| To the grounds where they would spawn
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| Thin in numbers as the tributaries wane
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| Pretty soon they’ll all be gone
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| Jimmy Mac runs the trawler of his father
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| Who got it passed down from his pa
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| Three closed seasons and the bank note on his shoulder
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| Now Jimmy’s hiding from the law
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| Jimmy watched as the bulk of the fleet
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| Sold their boats and moved away
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| But after the stroke he promised to his father
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| He’d do his best to stay … in Bodega Bay
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| He remembered the days when his father used to show him
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| How to set and tend all the gear
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| With his hand on his shoulder he looked out at the waters
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| And said, «Son it is my fear
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| «That you’ll be the last salmon man
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| You’re the last salmon man
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| You’re the last salmon man
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| You’re the last salmon man of the MacDonagal clan»
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| 2010, they reopened NorCal waters
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| To the salmon chasing slew
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| Four straight days Jimmy trolled the jagged coastline
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| But the fish were far and few
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| Jimmy watched as the bulk of the fleet
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| Packed their boats and moved away
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| But on his deathbed he promised to his father
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| He’d do his best to stay … in Bodega Bay
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| Bodega Bay
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| Bodega Bay
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| Bodega Bay
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| Bodega Bay
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| Bodega Bay
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| Bodega Bay
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| Bodega Bay
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| He remembered the days when his father used to show him
|
| How to set and tend all the gear
|
| With his hand on his shoulder he looked out at the waters
|
| And said, «Son it is my fear
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| «That you’ll be the last salmon man
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| You’re the last salmon man
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| You’re the last salmon man
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| You’re the last salmon man of the MacDonagal clan»
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| Last salmon man
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| He’s the last salmon man
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| He’s the last salmon man
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| He’s the last salmon man of the MacDonagal clan |