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In 1985,
In a quiet fishing village where I was well known,
In a time of recession,
With a wife and three children, I built our new home.
As a backyard mechanic,
I'd fix up their old cars when something went wrong;
And I'd be the first one,
To give them a loan when their money was gone.
As I was a plumber,
And I was a carpenter in my spare time;
And out on the Grand Banks,
I worked on the big ones until '89.
And I was the musician,
At parties and weddings I played and I sang;
As I'm Jack of all trades,
But least I can say, I'm a fisherman.
I am a fisherman,
And just like my father before me, I'm a preacher, a teacher;
I can be anything
That you want me to be.
And I am the critic,
Who fights the politicians to get the work done;
'Cause I'm Jack of all trades,
But least I can say, I'm a fisherman.
Now, the years have gone by,
There are tears in my eyes, and my children have grown;
My old boat is all dry,
There it sits on its side, down the path from my home.
My old house is still standing,
"For Sale" the sign reads, standing out on the lawn;
And to each I explains,
All the hardships and gains of a fisherman.
I am a fisherman,
And just like my father before me, I'm a preacher, a teacher;
I can be anything
That you want me to be.
And I am the critic,
Who fights the politicians to get the work done;
'Cause I'm Jack of all trades,
But least I can say, I'm a fisherman.
Now it's 1994,
I go fishin' no more.... Don't you think that it's cruel?
Almost fifty years old,
And today I was told I should go back to school.
I've got no diploma,
And I've got no papers to prove what I am;
Life can be hard for me,
'Cause I've got no degree; I'm a fisherman.
I am a fisherman,
And just like my father before me, I'm a preacher, a teacher;
I can be anything
That you want me to be.
And I am the critic,
Who fights the politicians to get the work done;
'Cause I'm Jack of all trades,
But least I can say, I'm a fisherman.
Least I can say, I'm a fisherman.
