| I sit here and wait
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| On the banks of the Carquinez Strait
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| Watching pelicans swim
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| For a beak of sunning king fish
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| And I meditate
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| Up shore from the golden gate
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| Watching sea lions bask in sunshine
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| And find that my eyes
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| Can still be awed and surprised
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| All night I hear wails
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| Of the union pacific rails
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| Of ally cat scratch
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| Of lost baby humpbacks
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| Of incoming ships
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| In from their epic long trips
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| And of mother’s dying these sounds never leave
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| Be there for them
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| Spend every moment you can
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| And love your girl dearly
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| Look deep into her soul
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| And say that I love you
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| Before your body turns cold
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| I love my girl dearly
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| And also her little dog Boo
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| We’re a small pack
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| And hey we’re happy too
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| I sing her a song I write her a poem
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| I gave her my bed
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| And the keys to my home
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| Whenever we want, we’ll just pick up and go
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| Out to the forests, to the mountains of El Dorado
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| Take morning walks, along the rivers that shine
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| Like old silver dollar
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| Buffalo Nickel and dimes
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| One day she may leave if I lie or I cheat
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| But I hope that she don’t
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| Because I need her so
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| I tie on my bait
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| On a pier on the Carquinez Strait
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| With others I cast
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| Sharing some time and some laughs
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| I come home so proud
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| When my stringer is heavy and full
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| When the night crickets chirp
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| And they shut down the old arsenal
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| And my wonderful love
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| She’ll cook my favourite dish
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| Dungeness crab
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| And a plate of pan fried kingfish
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| We’ll fall asleep when our stomachs are full
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| And in the morning I’ll wish for a bigger catch of king fish |