Joan Baez - Fishing lyrics

Please have a seat i'm sorry I'm late
I know how long you've had to wait
I did not forget your documents
No time to waste, why not begin?
Here's how it works, I've got these faces
You give them names and I won't deport you
Make sure you face my tape recorder

Make no mistake, this fountain pen
Could put you on a plane by ten
And by the way, your next of kin
I know which house she's hiding in
So now that you know whose skin you're saving
In this photograph, who's this one waving?
I think you know, so speak up, amigo
It says here that by trade
You were a fisherman
Well I'll bet you Indians can
Really reel them in
And if you get the chance
You should try to get up to Lake Michigan
Well maybe, but then again

Where were we then? Is he your friend?
Well I recommend that you look again
Where does he stay? What is his name?
There is no shame he'd do the same
So what do you say? I don't have all day
It's up to you which will it be
Good citizen or poor campesino?

My dad used to rent us this place in Ontario
He showed us how to cast the
Line and tie the flies
He used to say that God rewards us
For letting the small ones go
Well maybe, but I don't know
Anyway, it's easy to bite you
Just take the bait you can't snap the line
Don't fight the hook
Hurts less if you don't try to dive

Senor, as you know I was a fisherman
And how full the nets came in
We hauled them up by hand but when we fled
I left them just out past the coral reefs
They're waiting there for me running deep