Mother, mother ocean, I have
heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've
seen it all
Watched the men who rode you
switch from sail to steam
In your belly you can hold
the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dreams, most of
'em dreams
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred
years too late
The cannons don't thunder,
there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of
fate
Arriving too late, arriving
too late
But I've done a bit of smugglin',
I've run my share of grass
Made enough money to buy Miami,
but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never
meant to last
I have been drunk now for over
two weeks,
Passed out and I rallied and
I sprung a few leaks
But I've got stop wishin',
got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a
few friends
"Nice to see all of our friends
every year. Thank you
friends."
Now I go for younger women,
lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd
come back one day
And I still could manage a
smile
Sure takes a while, just takes
a while
Mother, mother ocean, after
all my years I've found
Occupational hazard being
my occupation's just not around
Feel like I've drowned, but
I won't wear a frown
Feel like I've drowned, I'm
gonna go check out
Peachtree Street somewhere
downtown
Marco Giunco |
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