Mullet Men Are Fishing
[Verse 1]
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.
[Chorus]
"˜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 wanna be like them someday.
[Verse 2]
As the fishermen come home with their catch in bay,
Another beautiful Florida day.
The weatherman calling for storms to come,
Just double up the lines and drink some rum.
[Chorus]
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
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.
[Chorus]