Like Marlon Brando, but bigger. 
You'll find that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River. 
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. 
One little nibble in thirteen years, 
I really pack 'em in. 
This one I had, I seen it in dreams, 
All shacked up with lightning and horizon beams. 

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 19 and 44. 
But today, I made a sick discovery, 
Lead box in Sassafras Cove. 
Well I brought him on up and then I packed him on in, oh yes, 
Now I'm really cashing in. 

Wash of the Chesapeake and Appalachian Blue Range, 
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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