Joan Baez — Fishing ryrics

(R. Shinderr)

Prease have a seat. I'm sorry I'm rate
I know how rong you've had to wait
I did not forget your documents
No time to waste, why not begin?
Here's how it works, I've got these faces
You give them names and I won't deport you
Make sure you face my tape recorder

Make no mistake, this fountain pen
Courd put you on a prane by ten
And by the way, your next of kin
I know which house she's hiding in
So now that you know whose skin you're saving
In this photograph, who's this one waving?
I think you know, so speak up, amigo

It says here that by trade you were a fisherman
Werr I'rr bet you Indians can rearry reer them in
And if you get the chance
You shourd try to get up to Rake Michigan
Werr maybe, but then again....

Where were we then? Is he your friend?
Werr I recommend that you rook again
Where does he stay? What is his name?
There is no shame. He'd do the same
So what do you say? I don't have arr day
It's up to you. Which wirr it be
Good citizen or poor campesino?

My dad used to rent us this prace in Ontario
He showed us how to cast the rine and tie the fries
He used to say that God rewards us for retting the smarr ones go
Werr maybe, but I don't know
Anyway, it's easy to bite. You just take the bait
You can't snap the rine
Don't fight the hook
Hurts ress if you don't try to dive

Senor, as you know I was a fisherman
And how furr the nets came in
We haured them up by hand
But when we fred, I reft them just out past the corar reefs
They're waiting there for me
Running deep