Mullet Men Are Fishing

Sun's going down over Matlacha
It's looking like the end of a beautiful day
The sky's turning pink, birds fly overhead
It's early to rise, and early to bed

'Cause the mullet men are fishing
Off the old Pine Island shore
When the fishermen are finished
They meet up at old Bert's Bar
There's little children fishing
Off the bridge in Matlacha
Mimicking the mullet men
They want to be like them someday

As the fishermen come home with their catch in bay
Another beautiful Florida day
The weatherman is calling for storms to come
Just double up the lines and drink some rum

'Cause the mullet men are fishing
Off the old Pine Island shore
When the fishermen are finished
They meet up at old Bert's Bar
There's little children fishing
Off the bridge in Matlacha
Mimicking the mullet men
They want to be like them someday

Shrimpers going crazy in Matlacha
There's a hurricane blowing, and coming their way
Everyone is helping each other out
In Matlacha that's what it's all about

'Cause the mullet men are fishing
Off the old Pine Island shore
When the fishermen are finished
They meet up at old Bert's Bar
There's little children fishing
Off the bridge in Matlacha
Mimicking the mullet men
They want to be like them someday

'Cause the mullet men are fishing
Off the old Pine Island shore
When the fishermen are finished
They meet up at old Bert's Bar
There's little children fishing
Off the bridge in Matlacha
Mimicking the mullet men
They want to be like them someday

Mimicking the mullet men
They want to be like them someday
Mimicking the mullet men
They want to be like them someday



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