| As the son of a son of a sailor
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| I went out on the sea for adventure
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| Expanding the view of the captain and crew
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| Like a man just released from indenture
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| As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
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| I have chalked up many a mile
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| Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
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| And I learned much from both of their styles
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| Son of a son, son of a son
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| Son of a son of a sailor
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| Son of a gun, load the last ton
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| One step ahead of the jailer
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| Now away in the near future
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| Southeast of disorder
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| You can shake the hand of the mango man
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| As he greets you at the border
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| And the lady she hails from Trinidad
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| Island of the spices
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| Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
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| And the rum is for all your good vices
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| Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
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| That our forefathers harnessed before us
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| Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
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| It’s a son of a gun of a chorus
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| Where it all ends I can’t fathom my friends
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| If I knew I might toss out my anchor
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| So I cruise along always searchin' for songs
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| Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
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| But a son of a son, son of a son
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| Son of a son of a sailor
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| Son of a gun, load the last ton
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| One step ahead of the jailer
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| I’m just a son of a son, son of a son
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| Son of a son of a sailor
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| The sea’s in my veins, my tradition remains
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| I’m just glad I don’t live in a trailer |