Текст песни Jimmy Buffett - Son of a son of a sailor

As the son of a son of a sailorI went out on the sea for adventureExpanding their view of the captain and crewLike a man just released from indentureAs a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' manI have chalked up many a mileRead dozens of books about heroes and crooksAnd I've learned much from both of their stylesSon of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailorSon of a gun; load the last tonOne step ahead of the jailerNow away in the near future,southeast of disorderYou can shake the hand of the mango manAs he greets you at the borderAnd the lady she hails from TrinidadIsland of the spices

Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweetAnd the rum is for all your good vicesHaul the sheet inas we ride on the wind that ourForefathers harnessed before usHear the bells ringas the tight rigging singsIt's a son of a gun of a chorusWhere it all ends I can't fathom, my friendsIf I knew, I might toss out my anchorSo I'll cruise along always searchin' for songsNot a lawyer, a thief or a bankerBut a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailorSon of a gun, load the last tonOne step ahead of the jailerI'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailorThe sea's in my veins, my tradition remainsI'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
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