Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
You should have seen the one that got away
It must have weighed about a hundred and ten
It pulled away so fast it burned my hand
It cut the line so hard I could not stand
I gave it some play, gave it slack
Like you do when the big one attacks
Now a part of me is roaming the deep
Stuck on the big one I could not keep