Pirate Looks at Forty - Jimmy Buffett

    "This is a song, I guess I wrote this for an old friend of mine a few years back who could just not seem to find his occupation in the twentieth century. So he just chose to live in a fantasy world. And then I looked at him I went, Well what the hell's wrong with that? So if this song has been able to ease your pain ever so slightly, I'm glad I wrote it 'cause that's what it's for. It's called Pirate Looks at Forty."

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

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

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

    I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
    Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
    But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
    I'm down to rock bottom again
    Just a few friends, just a few friends

    "Nice to see all of our friends every year. Thank you

    Now I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
    Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
    And I 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 occupation's just not around
    Feel like I've drowned, but I won't wear a frown
    Feel like I've drowned, I'm gonna go check out
    Peachtree Street somewhere downtown


    Marco Giunco
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