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Intro: G F C G
G
As the son of a son of a sailor
F C G
I went out on the sea for adventure
C G
expanding the view of the captain and crew
D G
like a man just released from indenture
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
F C
I have chalked up many a mile
C G
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
D G
and I've learned much from both of their styles
F/G C/G G
Son of a son son of a son sn of a con of a sailor
F C G
Son of a gun load the last ton One step a head of the jailer
Now away in the near furture
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 you meat and cinamon sweet
and the rum if for all you dood vices
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus
G
When it all ends I can't fathom my friends
F C G
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
C G
So I'll cruse a long always searching
D G
for song not a lawyer a thief or a banker
Ending Twice:
F/G C/G
but a son of a son son of a son
-- son of a son son of a son
G
son of a son of a salior
son of a son of a salior
F C
Son of a gun load the last ton
The sea's in my veins; my tradition remains
G
one step ahead of the jailer
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer