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°¡¼ö: Jack Johnson


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
In your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dreams, most of 'em dreams

Yes I am a pirate, a few two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arrivin' too late, arrivin' too late

I've done a bit of smugglin', 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

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 wishin', I've got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends
Just a few friends, just a few friends

[Instrumental]

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
Still could manage a smile
Sure takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've found
Occupational hazard being my occupations just not around
I feel like I've drowned, but I'm not gonna frown
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head into town

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Pirate Looks At 40
Jack Johnson



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