Description
Vocals, Guitar: Johannes Brudi
Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica: Conrad Brudi
Vocals, Bass: George Brudi
Violin, Viola: Eleni Govetas
Mixing Engineer, Producer: Drew Vandenberg
Mastering Engineer: Joe Lambert
Composer Lyricist: Johannes Brudi
Composer Lyricist: George Brudi
Composer Lyricist: Conrad Brudi
Lyrics and translation
Original
It was twenty-two or twenty-three. I was fishing for Bobby T.
Only got to work one run before the season's work was done.
Won't you stack 'em neat and stack 'em low.
Only thirteen hours to go.
And when he sunk the Pamela Rae, figured I'd never fish another day.
But I was lucky I was saved. Now I'm cookin' and stackin' on the Silver Wave.
Won't you stack 'em neat and stack 'em low.
Only thirteen hours to go.
A brand new crew and a brand new net. We caught ten thousand on the very first set.
Listen to the squeal of the power block and the seagulls cry on Blakely Rock.
Won't you stack 'em neat and stack 'em low.
Only thirteen hours to go.
The chum were fillin' up the deck. Jelly stingin' my eyes and neck.
I've had seldom better days than cookin' and stackin' on the Silver Wave.
Won't you stack 'em neat and stack 'em low.
Only thirteen hours to go.
If I keep on stackin' on this slimy deck, that old lead's gonna break my neck.
You dream of Paris and New York, but I just dream of pilin' cork.
Won't you stack 'em neat and stack 'em low.
Only thirteen hours to go.
See that skiff boy sway and rock. See that jumper out at nine o'clock.
If I was skipper I'd sit around in my mornin' slippers and my evenin' gown.
Won't you stack 'em neat and stack 'em low.
Only thirteen hours to go.
Won't you stack 'em neat and stack 'em low.
Only thirteen hours to go.