Son of a Son of a Sailor

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by Jimmy 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 traveling man

I have chalked up many a mile

Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks

And I learned much from both of their styles



Son of a son, son of a son

Son of a son of a sailor

Son of a gun, load the last ton

One step ahead of the jailer



Way in the near future

Southeast of disorder

You can shake the hand of the mango man

As he greats you at the boarder



And the lady she hails from Trinidad

Island of the spices

Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweat

And the rum is for all your good vices



Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind

That our forefathers harnessed before us

Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings

It's the son of a gun of a chorus



Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends

If I knew I might drop out my anchor

So I cruise along always searching for songs

Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker



But the son of a son, son of a son

Son of a son of a sailor

Son of a gun, load the last ton

One step ahead of the jailer



Son of a son, son of a son

Son of a son of a sailor

The sea's in my veins, my condition remains

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