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 indentured
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.
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 jailor
Now way in the near future,
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 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 fore-fathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus
Now where it all ends, I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searching 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 jailor
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer,
(repeat bridge chords to fade)