#1978
[G] [F][C][G] (two times)
[G]As the son of a son of a sailor
I went [F]out on the [C]sea for ad[G]venture
ex[C]panding the view of the [G]captain and crew
Like a [D]man just released from in[G]denture
As a [G]dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
I have c[F]halked up [C]many a [G]mile
Read [C]dozens of books about [G]heroes and crooks
And I l[D]earned much from both of their s[G]tyles
[F]Son of a son, [C]son of a son
Son of a son of a [G]sailor
[F]Son of a gun, [C]load the last ton
One step ahead of the [G]jailer
Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the Mango man
As he greets you at the boarder
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
H[F]aul the sheet in as we [C]ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed be[G]fore us
H[F]ear the bells ring as the [C]tide rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a [G]chorus
Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searching for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But the 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
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The [F]sea's in my veins, my t[C]radition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a [G]trailer
[G] [F][C][G] (two times)
[G]As the son of a son of a sailor
I went [F]out on the [C]sea for ad[G]venture
ex[C]panding the view of the [G]captain and crew
Like a [D]man just released from in[G]denture
As a [G]dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
I have c[F]halked up [C]many a [G]mile
Read [C]dozens of books about [G]heroes and crooks
And I l[D]earned much from both of their s[G]tyles
[F]Son of a son, [C]son of a son
Son of a son of a [G]sailor
[F]Son of a gun, [C]load the last ton
One step ahead of the [G]jailer
Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the Mango man
As he greets you at the boarder
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
H[F]aul the sheet in as we [C]ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed be[G]fore us
H[F]ear the bells ring as the [C]tide rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a [G]chorus
Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searching for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But the 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
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The [F]sea's in my veins, my t[C]radition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a [G]trailer