Son of A Son of a Sailor

J. Buffett

 

As the son of a son of a sailor

I went out on the sea for adventure

expanding the view of the captain and crew

like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,

I have chalked up many a mile

Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,

and I've learned much from both of their styles

Son of a son son of a son sn of a con of a sailor

Son of a gun load the last ton One step a head of the jailer

Now away in the near furture

southeast of disorder

you can shake the hand of the mango man

as he greets you at the border

And the lady she hails from trinidad,

island of the spices

Salt for you meat and cinamon sweet

and the rum if for all you dood vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our

forefathers harnessed before us

Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.

It's a son of a gun of a chorus

When it all ends I can't fathom my friends

If I knew I might toss out my anchor

So I'll cruse a long always searching

for song not a lawyer a thief or a banker

Ending Twice:

but a son of a son son of a son

-- son of a son son of a son

son of a son of a salior

son of a son of a salior

Son of a gun load the last ton

The sea's in my veins; my tradition remains

one step ahead of the jailer

I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

--

D. Carreira | The difference between a sufficiently advanced

rcs79343@.cs.fit.edu | technology and magic is indistinguishable.

(407) 725-0251 | A.C. Clark -- Its magic. My Mom.