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