Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
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Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
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You've seen it all, you've seen it all
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Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
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In your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
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Most of 'em dreams, most of 'em dreams
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Yes I am a pirate, a few two hundred years too late
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The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
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I'm an over-forty victim of fate
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Arrivin' too late, arrivin' too late
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I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
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I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
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Never meant to last, never meant to last
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And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
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I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
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But I got stop wishin', I've got to go fishin'
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Down to rock bottom again
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Just a few friends, just a few friends
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Just a few friends, just a few friends
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[Instrumental]
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I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
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Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
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Still could manage a smile
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Sure takes a while, just takes a while
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Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've found
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Occupational hazard being my occupations just not around
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I feel like I've drowned, but I'm not gonna frown
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I feel like I've drowned, gonna head into town
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Pirate Looks At 40
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| Jack Johnson |
