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Nebraska Catfish
Walking along the tracks
There's no trains a-comin' through Nebraska
Prairie sun on the rails like a knife cuttin' out a slice
Checkin' catfish lines tossed in the Platte
Dark and muddy
What's on the other end
I don't know til I give it a tugâ¦
I don't know til I give it a tugâ¦
I don't know til I give it a tugâ¦
So many hidden things, they leave their trails
They leave their marks
You can see them in the faces walkin' down the street
Mid February
I don't know their names, I don't know their stories
But I know the tug that pulls and fights
Oh, here they are in the current moving upstream
set, and it's not coming outâ¦
set, and it's not coming outâ¦
set, and it's not coming outâ¦
Not coming outâ¦
Walking along the tracks
There's no trains a-comin' through Nebraska
The boy sits on the grass in the shelter-belt
Oh, the corn fields are checkered out
Their lines are broken, their lines are broken
Every stalk's an amputee
Aw shucksâ¦
The wind makes the cottonwoods creak
The limbs are fallin', limbs are fallin'
There's a storm a-comin, can you feel the tug?
Can you feel the tug?
What's still submerged
It makes the twigs dance, makes the snow-fence howl
It's a song it's a dance,
It's a catfish still alive on the lineâ¦
I don't know til I give it a tugâ¦
set, and it's not coming outâ¦
I don't know til I give it a tugâ¦
set, and it's not coming outâ¦