If I were I a fisherman of hopes and dreams I'd buy me a boat, and take it out to sea Cuttin' waves, dodging storms Casting nets down to the ocean floor Worst case we go hungry and blame our luck Have a drink act like we don't care so much But to keep on swimmin, castaway Hooked on your own line from just the other day And I can't drink the river to dry the land Bury the ocean beneath the sand But I can love you until the tide pulls me under by and by I went searching for a pot of gold Dad always said I had a knack for diggin' holes If faith were a shovel to any man of means Why am I always standing, the dirt up to my knees? To Carolina swift I'll drive Edge of the road sharp as a knife Hundred miles an hour I'm comin' home to you Hopin' to make up for all the grief I put you through And I can't drink the river to dry the land Or bury the ocean beneath the sand But I can love you until the tide pulls me under by and by