Rowing cross the river fast as I can

Storm's coming up, I'm headed for land

This James River got a hold on me

Fishing upriver is hard to beat

Maybe up there we'll shake the heat

Cause the dog days are coming

And they're bringing fleas

Fishing pole, dear old soul, crab pot is boiling hot

Bring your dog, Miss Margarita, she always seems so glad to meet ya

The sky's a canvas, we light a fire

The geese reprise their evening choir

This James River got a hold on me

At night you run hot, in the day stone cold

You say you wanna stop but, so far, that ain't took hold

The moon is rising and choralizing

Bring it up, maestro, to that frantic, frenzied

Climax

And we'll start all over again

Note: there's a musical version of this poem in the External Link below

Artwork - by William Bradley Brooks

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