Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
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Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
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You've seen it all, you've seen it all
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Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
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And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
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Most of them dream, most of them dream
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Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
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The cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder
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I'm an over-forty victim of fate
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Arriving too late, arriving too late
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I've done a bit of smuggling, I've run my share of grass
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I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
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Never meant to last, never meant to last
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And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
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I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
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But I got stop wishing, got to go fishing, down to rock bottom again
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Just a few friends, just a few friends
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I go for younger women, lived with several a while
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Though I ran them away, they'd come back one day
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Still could manage to smile
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Just takes a while, just takes a while
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Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
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My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
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I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
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I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
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