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 traveling 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 jailer
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 forefathers
Harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring
As the tide ringing 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 searching 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