Hmmm . . .

When the hounds start howlin' at the deep night sky
the wind bites hard here but so can I
I loved this land
when the boarder ran free
well they closed that down
but they can't close me

Hmmm . . .

Well they once ran Rum from the Canada side
the train still runs wild but the tracks run dry
I spose . . .
It's any port in a storm
now the devil runs deep in the hops
but it keeps us all warm

If the cold don't get ya then the tax man might
life gets fickle but he fishin's all right
seek your peace
from the world outside
We angle here oh yes we do
we angle here for that serenity of mind

Hmmm . . . .

We got drones boats trucks on the boarder patrol
ya give the boys a beer then they leave you alone
you say . . .
what we doin' today
we'll grab a pole
we'll cut a hole
and drop a line into the deep of the bay.

Yeah

If the cold don't get ya then the tax man might
life gets fickle but he fishin's all right
seek your peace
from the world outside
We angle here oh yes we do
we angle here for that serenity of mind

Hmmm. . . . .

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