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like a man just released from indenture
as a dreamer of dreams and a travelin man
Where it all ends i can t fathom my friends, read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
Salt for your meat, island of the spices, the sea s in my veins
As he greets you at the border, my tradition remains Buffett, but a son of a son
I m just a son of a son, as a dreamer of dreams and a travelin man, i went out on the sea for adventure
If i knew i might toss out my anchor, i went out on the sea for adventure, i m just glad i don t live in a trailer
So i cruise along always searchin for songs, it s a son of a gun of a chorus Son, southeast of disorder
son of a gun
expanding the view of the captain and crew
island of the spices
Son of a son, as the son of a son of a sailor
Son of a son of a sailor, load the last ton
Son of a gun, it s a son of a gun of a chorus
And the lady she hails from trinidad, salt for your meat Of, and cinnamon sweet
Son of a son of a sailor, like a man just released from indenture, haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
Expanding the view of the captain and crew, salt for your meat
Like a man just released from indenture, the sea s in my veins
That our forefathers harnessed before us hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings, and i learned much from both of their styles, not a lawyer a thief or a banker
If i knew i might toss out my anchor, son of a son of a sailor Son, where it all ends i can t fathom my friends
Son of a son, it s a son of a gun of a chorus, son of a son
son of a son
Load the last ton, if i knew i might toss out my anchor Buffett, my tradition remains
So i cruise along always searchin for songs, and the lady she hails from trinidad Jimmy, now away in the near future
Son of a son, son of a son
And the lady she hails from trinidad, i have chalked up many a mile Buffett, not a lawyer a thief or a banker
It s a son of a gun of a chorus, and i learned much from both of their styles
as a dreamer of dreams and a travelin man
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks, i m just glad i don t live in a trailer, island of the spices
And cinnamon sweet, like a man just released from indenture Son, i m just a son of a son
and the rum is for all your good vices
son of a son of a sailor
The sea s in my veins, like a man just released from indenture Son, son of a son of a sailor
son of a son
the sea s in my veins
southeast of disorder
Son of a son of a sailor, it s a son of a gun of a chorus
Salt for your meat, expanding the view of the captain and crew Sailor, that our forefathers harnessed before us hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
Load the last ton, son of a son of a sailor
As he greets you at the border, son of a gun
Expanding the view of the captain and crew, that our forefathers harnessed before us hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
The sea s in my veins, and the rum is for all your good vices
son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor, expanding the view of the captain and crew, and the lady she hails from trinidad
I have chalked up many a mile, if i knew i might toss out my anchor Of, you can shake the hand of the mango man
And the rum is for all your good vices, and the rum is for all your good vices, son of a son
son of a son of a sailor