A Pirate Looks At 40 - Live 1980

(We love you, Jimmy)

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
In your belly, you hold the treasures
Few have ever seen
Most of dream, most of dream

Yes, I am a pirate, few hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-40 victim of fate
Thriving too late, thriving too late

I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass
Made enough money to buy Miami
But I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

Now I have been drunk now for over two weeks
Passed out and I rallied
And I sprung a few leaks
But I got to stop wishin', got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
Just few friends, just few friends

I know we got a lot of friends on the 40 tonight

I go for younger women, lived with several a while
Though I ran 'em away
Hell, they'd come back one day
And they still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
Occupational hazard being, my occupation's just not around
Feel like I've drowned, but I woun't be afraid
Feel like I've drowned, I just might get drunk uptown

Thank you, that's for you
Alright



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Writer(s): Jimmy Buffett
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