by B.R. Hornsby and John Hornsby)



Sometimes I get lucky

Most times I come up short

Got to pull up the lines

Got to move around the bend

They say it's a dying breed

They say it's going to disappear

Nothing I can do, oh, but pull up the load again



The tide will rise

And the tide will fall

We'll be out on the water

Before the break of dawn

The tide will rise

And the tide will fall

Oh, we'll be working on the water

When the long, long day is gone



Full moon it was always best

Keep a little and you sell the rest

Living on hope that the seed is sown again

Red sky in the evening

Better times are coming they say

Well, why do I feel it's all coming to an end



The tide will rise

And the tide will fall

We'll be out on the water

Before the break of dawn

The tide will rise

And the tide will fall

Oh, we'll be working on the water

When the long, long day is gone



When the seed is broken

Nothing left to grow on

When you lose the seed

It's hard to bring it on back

Never bowed to no one

Always went my own way

Broke down, run aground, but I won't run away

And the tide will rise



The tide will rise

And the tide will fall

We'll be out on the water

Before the break of dawn

The tide will rise

And the tide will fall

Oh, we'll be working on the water

When the long, long day is gone