Jimmy Buffett - Son of a son of a sailor

As the ^Gson of a son of a sailor I went o^Fut on the sea ^Cfor advent^Gure ex^Cpanding the view of the cap^Gtain and crew like a ^Dman just released from i^Gndenture ^{C G} As a d^Greamer of dreams and a travelin' man, I have c^Fhalked up ^Cmany a ^Gmile Read ^Cdozens of books about ^Gheroes and crooks, and I've ^Dlearned much from both of their ^Gstyles ^{C G}

^FSon of a son, ^Cson of a son Son of a son of a ^Gsailor. ^{C G F}Son of a gun, ^CLoad the last ton, One step a head of the ^Gjailer ^{C G}

Now ^Gaway in the near furture ^Fsoutheast ^Cof dis^Gorder. You can ^Cshake the hand of the man^Ggo man as he ^Dgreets you at the ^Gborder ^{C G} And the ^Glady she hails from trinidad, ^Fisland ^Cof the ^Gspices ^CSalt for you meat and ^Gcinamon sweet and the ^Drum is for all your good ^Gvices. ^{C G}

^FHaul the sheet in as we ^Cride on the wind that our fore-fathers harnessed ^Gbefore us ^{C G F}Hear the bells ring as the ^Ctide rigging sings. It's a son of a gun of a ^Gchorus ^{C G}

Now ^Gwhere it all ends I can't fathom my friends If I ^Fknew I might ^Ctoss out my ^Ganchor ^CSo I'll cruse along, always ^Gsearching for songs not a ^DLawyer, a Thief or a ^GBanker ^{C G}

^FBut a son of a son, ^CSon of a son Son of a son of a ^Gsailor ^{C G F}Son of a gun, ^Cload the last ton One step ahead of the ^Gjailor. ^{C G}

^FI’m just a son of a son, ^Cson of a son Son of a son of a ^Gsailor ^{C G} The ^Fsea's in my veins; my tra^Cdition remains I'm just glad I don't live in a ^Gtrailer ^{C G}