Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
expanding the view of the captain and crew
like a man just released from indenture
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
and I've learned much from both of their styles
Son of a son son of a son sn of a con of a sailor
Son of a gun load the last ton One step a head of the jailer
Now away in the near furture
southeast of disorder
you can shake the hand of the mango man
as he greets you at the border
And the lady she hails from trinidad,
island of the spices
Salt for you meat and cinamon sweet
and the rum if for all you dood vices
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus
When it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruse a long always searching
for song not a lawyer a thief or a banker
Ending Twice:
but a son of a son son of a son
-- son of a son son of a son
son of a son of a salior
son of a son of a salior
Son of a gun load the last ton
The sea's in my veins; my tradition remains
one step ahead of the jailer
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
From alt.guitar.tab Thu Jun 16 08:32:22 1994
moe.coe.uga.edu
Sure do. Nevada's new maintainers will most likely be getting the
rest of the stuff that I had unsuccessfully been trying to send for a
while. BTW, there is THE Buffett archive in case you all might want
to check it out. It's available via anonymous FTP at the Ventura site
located at Ball State. It's address is:
147.226.57.196 /pub/buffett/lyrics/chords
They also have compiled lyrics to all albums by name. FTP there and poke
around...
Sorry for the chatter; here's the music...
Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
By Jimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture
As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles
Chorus
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
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
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings
It's a son of a gun of a 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 sea's in my veins, my tradition remains