Miles Doughty > Songs > A Pirate Looks at 40 > 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 'em dream, most of 'em dream
    Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
    The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
    I'm an over-40 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
    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 to stop wishin', got to go fishin'
    Down to rock bottom again
    Just a few friends, just a few friends
    I go for younger women, lived with several a while
    Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
    Still could manage to smile
    Just takes a while, just takes a while
    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


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