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A Pirate looks At Forty Jimmy Buffett
[G]Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
[C]Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet [G]tall.
You've seen it [Am]all, [Bm] [Am]you've seen it [G]all.
[G]Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And [C]in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever [G]seen, most of them [Am]dreams, [Bm] [Am]Most of them [G]dreams.
[G]Yes, I am a pirate a few hundred years too late.
The [C]cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of [G]fate
Arriving too [Am]late, [Bm] [Am]arriving too [G]late.
[G]I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I [C]made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so [G]fast,
Never meant to [Am]last, [Bm] [Am]never meant to [G]last.
[G]I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've [C]got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom [G]again.
Just a few [Am]friends, [Bm] [Am]just a few [G]friends.
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[G]I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I [C]ran them away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a [G]smile
It just takes a[Am]while, [Bm] [Am]just takes a[G]while.
[G]Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My [C]occupational hazard being my occupations just not [G]around.
I feel like I've [Am]drowned, [Bm] [Am]Gonna head up[G]town.
I feel like I've [Am]drowned, [Bm] [Am]Gonna head up[G]town.
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