Fishermen's Blues (live)

I wish I was a fisherman
And tumbling on the seas
Far away from driving
And these bitter memories
Across the night, my sweet love
And felt abandoned and unloved
The sky carried over me
Say, those grey skies above

With line in my hand
You in my hands
With line in my hand
You in my hands

I wish I was a brakeman
On a hurtlin' fever train
Crashing hard into your heart
Yes like a cannon of the rain
It was the beating of a sleeper
And the burning of a coal
Counting towns flashing by
And the night had swallowed us all

With line in my hand
You in my hands
With line in my hand
You in my hands

Someday I will be dancing
And hands will hold me fast
And the chains that hang around me
Will fall away at last
And on that fine and faithful day
I will take these in my hands
'Cause I'm rain on a train
Yes, I'll be a fisherman

With line in my hand
You in my hands
With line in my hand
You in my hands

I wish I was a fisherman
And tumbling on the seas
Far away from driving
And these bitter memories
Across the night, my sweet love
And felt abandoned and unloved
The sky carried over me
Say, those grey skies above

With line in my hand
You in my hands
With line in my hand
You in my hands

With line in my hand
You in my hands
With line in my hand
And you in my hands
With line in my hand
You in my hands
With line in my hand
And you in my hands