The river water diverts to other places
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To nurture central valley seeds
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The northern waters that slosh desert fairways
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Fulfill So-Cal golfers needs
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The Mighty Chook, it used to run the rivers
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To the grounds where they spawn
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Thin numbers, as the shipping ferries waned
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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 a banknote on his shoulder
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That Jimmy's hidin' 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
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CHORUS:
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He'd remember the days when his father used to show him
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How to set the temp on the fuel?
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His hand upon his shoulder, he looked out at the water
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Said, "Son it is my fear, 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, from the MacGoverner's? clan
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*JAM SESSION*
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2010 they re-opened North Cal. 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 death bed, he promised to his father
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He'd do his best to stay
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CHORUS
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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, from the MacGoverner's? clan
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Last Salmon Man
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Primus |