Big Jim Bushey - Dave Hadfield

He's got long black hair

Not too clean

Whipping in the breeze

In a fourteen foot lund fishing boat

Doing what he please

And the two white tourists out

With him are as green as he has seen

But he's out on the bloodvein river

And that's a damn-fine place to be

He remembers back

When he was sent away to school

Taken from his family and made to learn new rules

And later that made him angry

And a bottle would make him burn

But in good time he came

To find it one more thing to learn

And big jim bushey is a guide on larus lake

Don't make a lot of money

But he lives for livings sake

Goes fishing for the summer

Hunting in the fall

He may not live like you and me

But that ain't bad at all

Big jim married susie

When he was seventeen

He thought she be the cutest thing

That he would ever see

And now he's got four daughters

And life is mighty good

Although most days he don't mind

At all his job out in the woods

Big jim knows the river

He knows every little creek

And how to please the tourists

Who pay a thousand bucks a week

He'll find an eight-pound walleye

Or a northern like a shark

He smiles a lot don't talk too much

And keeps them in the dark

And big jim bushey is a guide on larus lake

Don't make a lot of money

But he lives for livings sake

Goes fishing for the summer

Hunting in the fall

He may not live like you and me

But that ain't bad at all

Big jim knows that country

He hears the geese up high

He knows before the ducks do

When and where they'll start to fly

He sees the faintest deer trail

The tourists not a trace

And so they wonder why he's

In this god-forsaken place

I hear he had a haircut about halfway through july

There was money in his pocket

And his throat was rather dry

So he hopped a plane to red lake

And pulled out all the stops

And the haircut took him three whole days

And a week to sober up

And big jim bushey is a guide on larus lake

Don't make a lot of money

But he lives for livings sake

Goes fishing for the summer

Hunting in the fall

He may not live like you and me

But that ain't bad at all

Big jim knows the pickerel get smaller every year

And finding moose is harder

Than we've ever seen around here

Logging roads can take him now

Where paddles used to go

And all last year

He never saw a wolf track in the snow

No one knows the land here

Like big jim and his friends

It goes a whole lot further than

Just ways and means and ends

And he can't turn the clock back

No longer can he roam

But he wishes those who rape the land

Would stop and call it home

And big jim bushey is a guide on larus lake

Don't make a lot of money

But he lives for livings sake

Goes fishing for the summer

Hunting in the fall

He may not live like you and me

But that ain't bad at all

He may not live like you and me

But that ain't bad at all