Pirate Looks at 40
(Jack Johnson)
Mother, mother ocean
I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters
Since I was three feet tall
Cause you've seen it all
You've seen it all
I watched the men who rode you
They switched from sails to steam
And in your belly, you hold the treasures
Few have ever seen
Most of them are dreams
Most of them are dreams
Well, yes I am a pirate
A few hundred years to late
The cannons don't thunder
There's nothing to plunder
I'm an under forty victim of fate
Arriving too late
Arriving too late
I've done a bit of smuggling
Well, I've run my share of grass
I've made enough money to buy Miami
But I pissed it away so fast
It's never meant to last
It's never meant to last
Well, I've been drunk now for over two weeks
I've passed out and I've rallied and I've sprung a few leaks
But I've gotta stop wishin'
I've gotta go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
With just a few friends
Just a few friends
With just a few friends
Just a few friends
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