Fisherman’s Friend Ramsay Midwood Friend of a fisherman a fisherman’s friend, friend Of a carpenter a working man and a drunk dream of a nickel you’re owed and a seed that never will be sowed all along your unforgiven river of wrong you’re just a dying man singing a dying mans song Bobby D sold gloves in LA county and every day he would pray for inclement weather or a transfer where the chilly wind blows and the fleas in the hills left scars on his legs and everyone he knew told him what to do and isn’t it a shame he might as well be dead…. Now he fell for a girl who was born misunderstood on the outskirts of town with a ticket on her window her hair on fire and the moon was red and thin as a needle… And it feel into the sea, which shimmered, shiny like sharkskin suit whose beauty and splendor could never be imagined… even by the most industrious of poets… Izzie Cain ran Hollywood had dirt on them all…even Marlon Brando trembled when he’s call…Izzie too had scars on his legs from the fleas in the hill they got a little dizzy cause Izzie was taking pills to ease his mind and settle his nerves. The doctor said "Izzy they will help you unwind" all along your unforgiven river of wrong you’re just a dying man singing a dying man’s song Now the mule drivers brandish their sunset guns …it’s the freaks under fire from a doubly oiled tongue and it’s a long wounded and weary heart that sings this song of home…. Friend of a fisherman a fisherman’s friend, friend of a carpenter a working man and a drunk dream of a nickel you’re owed and a seed that never will be sowed all along your unforgiven of wrong you’re just a dying man singing a dying man’s song