A Pirate Looks At Forty Lyrics With Guitar Chords (Jimmy Buffett)

A Pirate Looks At Forty is one of the most popular songs of the time. A Pirate Looks At Forty lyrics written by Jimmy Buffett. This song has sung by Jimmy Buffett

SingerJimmy Buffett
AlbumA1A
Released1974
TuningE A D G B E

A Pirate Looks At Forty Lyrics

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of them dream, most of them dream

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Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothing to plunder
I’m an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
I’ve done a bit of smuggling, I’ve run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

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And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishing, got to go fishing, down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

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I go for younger women, lived with several a while
Though I ran them away, they’d come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

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Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I’ve found
My occupational hazard being my occupation’s just not around
I feel like I’ve drowned, gonna head uptown
I feel like I’ve drowned, gonna head uptown


Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall

You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all

Watch the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam

And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen

Most of them dreams, most of them dreams

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late

The cannons don’t thunder there’s nothin’ to plunder, I’m an over forty victim of fate

Arriving too late, arriving too late

I’ve done a bit of smugglin’ and I’ve run my share of grass

I made enough money to buy Miami but I pissed it away so fast

Never meant to last, never meant to last

I have been drunk now for over two weeks

I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks

But I’ve got to stop wishin’, got to go fishin’ I’m down to rock bottom again

With just a few friends, just a few friends

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I go for younger women, lived with several awhile

And though I ran away, they’ll come back one day, I still could manage a smile

It just takes awhile, just takes awhile

Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I’ve found

My occupational hazard being, my occupation’s just not around

I feel like I’ve drowned, gonna head uptown

I feel like I’ve drowned

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