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 travellin' 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
South East
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 tired rigger sings
it's the son of a gun
of a chorus
Where it all ends
I can't fathom my friends
if I knew I might
drop out my anchor
So I cruise along
always searchin'
for songs
not a lawyer, a thief
or a banker
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
Just a son of a son
Son of a son
Son of a son
of a sailor
The sea's in my veins
my condition remains
I'm just glad
I don't live in a trailer