Son Of A Son Of A Sailor Tabulatur von Jimmy Buffett

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As the son of a son of a sailor

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I went out on the sea for adventure

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Expanding the view of the captain and crew

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Like a man just released from indenture

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As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man

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I have chalked up many a mile

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Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks

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And learned much from both of their styles

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Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor

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Son of a gun, load the last ton

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One step ahead of the jailer

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Now way in the near future, southeast of disorder

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You can shake the hand of the mango man

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As he greets you at the border

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And the lady she hails from Trinidad

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Island of the spices

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Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet

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And the rum is for all your good vices

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Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our forefather harnessed before us

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Hear the bell ring as the tide rigging sings

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It's the son of a gun of a chorus

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Where it all ends, I can't fathom my friends

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If I knew I might toss out my anchor

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So I'll cruise along always searching for songs

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Not a lawyer a thief or a banker

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But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor

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Son of a gun, load the last ton

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One step ahead of the jailer

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I'm just the son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor

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The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains

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