Karaoké Son of a Son of a Sailor 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 travelin' man

I have chalked up many a mile

Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks

And I've 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

Now away 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

Forefathers harnessed before us

Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings it's 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'll 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 sea's in my veins my tradition remains

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