| Mother, mother ocean, I’ve heard you call
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| Wanted to sail upon your waters
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| Since I was three feet tall
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| You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all
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| Watch the men who rode you
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| Switch from sails to steam
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| And in your belly you can hold the treasures
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| Few have ever seen
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| Most of them dream
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| Most of them dream
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| Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late
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| 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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| Arriving too late, arriving too late
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| But I’ve done a bit of smugglin'
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| I’ve run my share of grass
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| Made enough money to buy Miami
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| But I pissed it away so fast
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| Never meant to last
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| Never meant to last
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| I have been drunk now for over two weeks
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| Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
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| But I’ve got to stop wishin', got to go fishin'
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| I’m down to rock bottom again.
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| Just a few friends
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| Just a few friends
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| I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
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| Though I ran them away, they come back one day
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| And still could manage a smile
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| It just takes awhile, just takes awhile
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| Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I’ve found
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| Occupational hazard be my occupations just not around
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| Feel like I’ve drowned but all were frowned
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| Feel like I’ve drowned |