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Backstory:

This is a song I wrote with a couple of friends.  I am singing on this one, but we actually wrote this for Matt to put on a CD he is working on now (he is trying to make a go on the performer side of things).  Just looking for some general feedback to make the song the best it can be.

Thanks
Mitch

Lyrics:

                                                  
END OF THE LINE

There's a little creek off of round pond road
With a tackle box and a old Zebco 
Kicked back on that ol' Georgia pine
Another Saturday to relax and unwind 

Wearing my daddy's John Deere hat
He remembers all the talks they had
When suddenly that reel starts to whine
And he starts thinking about the end of the line

At the end of the line you get what you get
Some you remember, some you forget
Fishing like life, (son) you can't rewind
You get what you get at the end of the line

Ten years later my son’s first catch
A little brim, so we threw it back
He says Dad, are they all that size
And he looks down and says with a smile

You don't always get what you're searching for
But life is it's own reward


©2015   	Kornblum, Foster, Collins

Mitchell Collins        mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com		423.504.4879
Brenda Kornblum	brendakornblum@gmail.com	
Matt Foster