By: jimmy buffett
1978
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 learned much from both of their styles
Chorus:
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
Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greats you at the border
And the lady she hails from trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
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 tight rigging sings
Its a son of a gun of a chorus
Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searchin for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But a 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
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The seas in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
- notes:
Background vocals: steve goodman
Son of a son of a sailor By: jimmy buffett 1978 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 learned much from both of their styles Chorus: 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 Now away in the near future Southeast of disorder You can shake the hand of the mango man As he greats you at the border And the lady she hails from trinidad Island of the spices Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet 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 tight rigging sings Its a son of a gun of a chorus Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends If I knew I might toss out my anchor So I cruise along always searchin for songs Not a lawyer a thief or a banker But a 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 I'm just a son of a son, son of a son Son of a son of a sailor The seas in my veins, my tradition remains I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer - notes: Background vocals: steve goodman Explain Request ×
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