Song | A Pirate Looks At Forty |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | You Had to Be There |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call | |
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall | |
You've seen it all, you've seen it all | |
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam | |
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen | |
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream | |
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late | |
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder | |
I'm an over-forty victim of fate | |
Arriving too late, arriving too late | |
I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass | |
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast | |
Never meant to last, never meant to last | |
And I have been drunk now for over two weeks | |
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks | |
But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin' | |
Down to rock bottom again | |
Just a few friends, just a few friends | |
(instrumental) | |
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile | |
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day | |
Still could manage to smile | |
Just takes a while, just takes a while | |
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found | |
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around | |
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown | |
Coda: | |
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call | |
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall | |
You' ve seen it all, you' ve seen it all | |
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam | |
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen | |
Most of ' em dream, most of ' em dream | |
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late | |
The cannons don' t thunder, there' s nothin' to plunder | |
I' m an overforty victim of fate | |
Arriving too late, arriving too late | |
I' ve done a bit of smugglin', I' ve run my share of grass | |
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast | |
Never meant to last, never meant to last | |
And I have been drunk now for over two weeks | |
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks | |
But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin' | |
Down to rock bottom again | |
Just a few friends, just a few friends | |
instrumental | |
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile | |
Though I ran ' em away, they' d come back one day | |
Still could manage to smile | |
Just takes a while, just takes a while | |
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I' ve found | |
My occupational hazard being my occupation' s just not around | |
I feel like I' ve drowned, gonna head uptown | |
Coda: | |
I feel like I' ve drowned, gonna head uptown |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call | |
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall | |
You' ve seen it all, you' ve seen it all | |
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam | |
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen | |
Most of ' em dream, most of ' em dream | |
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late | |
The cannons don' t thunder, there' s nothin' to plunder | |
I' m an overforty victim of fate | |
Arriving too late, arriving too late | |
I' ve done a bit of smugglin', I' ve run my share of grass | |
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast | |
Never meant to last, never meant to last | |
And I have been drunk now for over two weeks | |
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks | |
But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin' | |
Down to rock bottom again | |
Just a few friends, just a few friends | |
instrumental | |
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile | |
Though I ran ' em away, they' d come back one day | |
Still could manage to smile | |
Just takes a while, just takes a while | |
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I' ve found | |
My occupational hazard being my occupation' s just not around | |
I feel like I' ve drowned, gonna head uptown | |
Coda: | |
I feel like I' ve drowned, gonna head uptown |