Digital Song Download: Fly Fishing the Big Hole

Digital Song Download: Fly Fishing the Big Hole

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“Fly Fishing the Big Hole” earned an award for Outstanding Achievement in Songwriting from the Great American Song Contest in the Folk/Americana category in 2014.

“Each of these songs is impressive in its own way. . . . The enchanting fly-fishing lyrical story is vivid, focused and engaging. It’s a pleasure to hear songs of this caliber.”

— The Great American Song Contest

Written by Holly Hanson. Performed by Neptune’s Car. From the album The 45th Parallel.

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Fly Fishing the Big Hole (Hanson)

I’ve missed these skies and the Rockies by my side.
It’s a Big Sky Country where the mountains shine.
So, don’t mind me. I’m just laying out my line.
I know these waters. I can fish without a guide.

I’ve missed this land and working with my hands
on the Big Hole River where the tall trees stand.
Got this here bottle. Gonna fill it up with sand.
Gonna bring a little sparkle to my sweetheart and …

Chorus:
You can fish upon the ranches if you promise you will close the gate.
And, it’s “hello” to Montana. Grab your gear, and don’t be late.
I’ve been blessed with rainbows, with graylings, and with browns.
Another year on the river in this western town.

I can feel it in my bones. My heart skips like a river stone.
I’ve fished with friends. Now, I fish alone.
Wherever I may go, it’s a great land I’ve known,
and in the morning, I’ll head out on my own.

Chorus:
You can fish upon the ranches if you promise you will close the gate.
And, it’s “hello” to Montana. Grab your gear, and don’t be late.
I’ve been blessed with rainbows, with graylings, and with browns.
Another year on the river in this western town.

I’m watching for the rise though the current here is swift.
Laying out my line and following the drift.
Nothing’s on my mind, when I’m playing a fish
with a hand-tied fly. Oh, this life is a gift.

Chorus:
You can fish upon the ranches if you promise you will close the gate.
And, it’s “hello” to Montana. Grab your gear, and don’t be late.
I’ve been blessed with rainbows, with graylings, and with browns.
Another year on the river in this western town.
Another year on the river in this western town.