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| Like Marlon Brando, but bigger. He found that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River. | |
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| This one I had stood right on up to me; tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy. But oh no, fishing ain't what it used to be. I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me. | |
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| One little nibble in thirteen years, he really packs 'em in. This one he had, he seen it in dreams, all shacked up with lightning and horizon beams. | |
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| Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in, in all the places I've been, and I swear it's never been like this before -- least not since nineteen and fourty-four. | |
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| But today, you made a sick discovery! Lead box in Sassafras Cove! Well you brought him on up and then you packed him on in, oh yes. Now you're really cashing in. | |
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| I have discovered the body of John Wilkes Booth! Yes, it's true, I have Mr. Booth. Everybody got to make a living somehow. Do I hear a million? Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in. | |
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