Sunrise paints the morning sky, a fiery golden hue,
On the Chesapeake, a waterman knows just what to do.
With calloused hands and weathered face, he sets out on his way,
A crabber's life is hard but true, he wouldn't trade a day.
Pullin' traps from the water's deep, the salt air in his lungs,
The bay's a faithful partner where the day's work has begun.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
He feels the weight, the trap is full, the morning's catch is prime,
Blue crabs clatter, claws up high, another dance in time.
He wipes his brow, a weary grin, the toil is worth the fight,
For every trap he pulls aboard, there's a spark of pure delight.
Pullin' traps from the water's deep, the salt air in his lungs,
The bay's a faithful partner where the day's work has begun.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
The sea's his kin, the boat's his home, under the sky so wide,
In every wave and every storm, he finds his strength and pride.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
Pullin' traps from the water's deep, the salt air in his lungs,
The bay's a faithful partner where the day's work has begun.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
The sea's his kin, the boat's his home, under the sky so wide,
In every wave and every storm, he finds his strength and pride.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
The sea's his kin, the boat's his home, under the sky so wide,
In every wave and every storm, he finds his strength and pride.
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Sunrise paints the morning sky, a fiery golden hue,
On the Chesapeake, a waterman knows just what to do.
With calloused hands and weathered face, he sets out on his way,
A crabber's life is hard but true, he wouldn't trade a day.
Pullin' traps from the water's deep, the salt air in his lungs,
The bay's a faithful partner where the day's work has begun.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
He feels the weight, the trap is full, the morning's catch is prime,
Blue crabs clatter, claws up high, another dance in time.
He wipes his brow, a weary grin, the toil is worth the fight,
For every trap he pulls aboard, there's a spark of pure delight.
Pullin' traps from the water's deep, the salt air in his lungs,
The bay's a faithful partner where the day's work has begun.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
The sea's his kin, the boat's his home, under the sky so wide,
In every wave and every storm, he finds his strength and pride.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
Pullin' traps from the water's deep, the salt air in his lungs,
The bay's a faithful partner where the day's work has begun.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
The sea's his kin, the boat's his home, under the sky so wide,
In every wave and every storm, he finds his strength and pride.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
The sea's his kin, the boat's his home, under the sky so wide,
In every wave and every storm, he finds his strength and pride.
On the Chesapeake, a waterman knows just what to do.
With calloused hands and weathered face, he sets out on his way,
A crabber's life is hard but true, he wouldn't trade a day.
Pullin' traps from the water's deep, the salt air in his lungs,
The bay's a faithful partner where the day's work has begun.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
He feels the weight, the trap is full, the morning's catch is prime,
Blue crabs clatter, claws up high, another dance in time.
He wipes his brow, a weary grin, the toil is worth the fight,
For every trap he pulls aboard, there's a spark of pure delight.
Pullin' traps from the water's deep, the salt air in his lungs,
The bay's a faithful partner where the day's work has begun.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
The sea's his kin, the boat's his home, under the sky so wide,
In every wave and every storm, he finds his strength and pride.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
Pullin' traps from the water's deep, the salt air in his lungs,
The bay's a faithful partner where the day's work has begun.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
The sea's his kin, the boat's his home, under the sky so wide,
In every wave and every storm, he finds his strength and pride.
With each haul up, the bounty's shown, a harvest from the sea,
A waterman's tale of grit and pride, a life of liberty.
The sea's his kin, the boat's his home, under the sky so wide,
In every wave and every storm, he finds his strength and pride.
Writer: Tola Chhoeun
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid