Landlocked Bucks by Brent Matusik || Irish Bouzouki || Irish Tenor Banjo (Music Video)

An original song, written, recorded and performed by Brent Matusik.

Shoutout to the blood donation I did to the thousands of mosquitoes that were in the canola field.

LYRICS

Fate put me in quite the place,
not much for giving good grace
tales and fables, bold and wild,
unfit for a place so mild

Seas of wheat,
Badlands off-beat,
a mountain view,
a slough or two
searching for oceans grand,
we are the witless band

We are the Landlocked Bucks and we're shit out of luck,
a plight to be sure, we're still looking for the cure
we are the landlocked bucks, the joke is well struck,
our ocean is a field, the ship's fate is sealed
Let's Go!

Dreams of casting in the blue abyss
Walleye give me no more bliss
A life of sails and storms to best,
pride in my truck exists in jest

Our only dive is a vintage affair,
drowning in pints at the tap house there
An accordion salute to the sea,
drowned out as well by a country spree

We are the Landlocked Bucks and we're shit out of luck,
a plight to be sure, we're still looking for the cure
we are the landlocked bucks, the joke is well struck,
our ocean is a field, the ship's fate is sealed

Ol' Jon's boat rots in the yard
its beauty gone, the hull's all marred
Jack and James keep spirits bright,
might be time to have a flight

Rust for paint, pretty, she ain't
won't even float, would be my vote
sell it for scraps and parts? NO!
This life has all our hearts

We are the Landlocked Bucks and we're shit out of luck,
a plight to be sure, we're still looking for the cure
we are the landlocked bucks, the joke is well struck,
our ocean is a field, the ship's fate is sealed
We are the Landlocked Bucks and we're shit out of luck,
a plight to be sure, we're still looking for the cure
we are the landlocked bucks, the joke is well struck,
our ocean is a field, the ship's fate is sealed