G 
        Mother mother ocean, I have heard you call 
        C                                          Bm7   Am7  G 
        Wanted to sail upon your water since I was three feet tall 
        G   Am7  Bm7 Am7  Bm7         G 
        You seen it  all, you seen it all 

        G 
        Watched the men who rode you, switch from sail to steam 
            C                                         Bm7  Am7  G 
        And in your belly you hold the treasures, few have ever seen 
        G    Am7 Bm7  Am7    Bm7          G 
        Most of  them dream, most of them dream 

        G 
        Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late 
            C 
        The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder 
        C                 Bm7    Am7 G 
        I'm an over forty victim of  fate 
        G   Am7  Bm7 Am7   Bm7         G 
        Arriving to  late, arriving to late 

        G 
        I done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass 
          C                                               Bm7  Am7 G 
        I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so  fast 
        G     Am7  Bm7 Am7   Bm7            G 
        Never meant to last, never meant to last 

        G 
        I have been drunk now for over two weeks, I passed out and 

                I rallied and I smoked a few reefs 
        C                                                    Bm7   Am7 G 
        But I gotta stop wishin' I got to go fishin', down to Rock Bottom again 
        G   Am7 Bm7 Am7      Bm7        G 
        Just a  few friends, just a few friends 

        LEAD 

        G 
        I go for younger women, lived with several a while 
                 C                                                Bm7   Am7 G 
        Though I ran 'em away they come back one day, still could manage a smile 
        G    Am7  Bm7 Am7   Bm7          G 
        Just takes a while, just takes a while 

        G 
        Mother mother ocean, after all these years I've found 
        C                                        Bm7  Am7 G 
        Occupational hazzard beats an occupation just not around 
        G    Am7 Bm7 Am7      Bm7           G 
        Feel like I  drowned, gonna head up town 
        G    Am7 Bm7 Am7      Bm7           G 
        Feel like I  drowned, gonna head up town