Jimmy's story - The real pirate’s name was Phillip Clark. He was one of the most unforgettable characters
 I met when I first lived in Key West, back in the days before it turned into a boutique.
 When I finished the song, I knew I had done him justice, and it is a fitting eulogy to
 an old friend. He died a few years ago under an alias, washed up on a beach near San
 Francisco. They flew his body back to Key West where some of his ashes were scattered at
 sea, and some still sit above the cash register in the Full Moon Saloon.


[Intro]
X X 12 X 12 X,  X X 10 X 10 X,  X X 9 X 8 X  (2X)

Am7(open), Bm7(open), G     X X 12 X 12 X (pentatonic)

             
Mother, mother

              
 ocean, I have

              
 heard you cal

    
l, wanted to s

ail upon your 

waters
             
since I was th

       
ree feet tall.

              
 You've seen i

     
t all,        

              
 you've seen i

      
t all.
             
Watched the me

              
n who rode you

              
, switch from 

              
sails to steam

       
. And in your 

belly
              
hold the treas

              
ures, few have

       
 ever seen. Mo

              
st of them dre

   
ams,
              
most of them d

       
reams.

             
Yes, I am a pi

              
rate, two hund

              
red years too 

           
late. The cann

ons dont thund

er,
              
theres nothing

              
 to plunder, I

              
’m an over for

       
ty victim of f

ate;
              
arriving too l

     
ate,          

              
arriving too l

      
ate.
             
Ive done a bit

              
 of smugglin',

              
 Ive run my sh

              
are of grass. 

   
I made enough 

money to buy M

iami
             
but i pissed i

       
t away so fast

              
. Never ment t

     
o last,    Nev

            
er meant to la

/  
st.


I have been dr

unk now for ov

er two weeks, 

I passed out a

nd I rallied a

nd I
              
sprung a few l

             
eaks but Ive g

ot to stop wis

hin', got to g

o fishin' down

 to
        
 rock bottom a

             
gain. Just a f

        
ew Friends,   

           
    just a few

         
 friends.

[Solo]
                                   

             
I go for young

              
er women, live

              
d with several

              
 awhile, altho

      
ugh I ran em a

way,
             
Hell they’ll c

              
ome back one d

              
ay, and still 

          
I can manage a

 
 smile.
              
It just takes 

     
awhile,       

              
 it just takes

        
 awhile.

 (      
Mother, mother

              
 ocean, after 

              
all my years I

              
ve found, my o


ccupational ha

zard
              
being my occup

           
ation’s just n

  
ot around **
             
      I feel l

          
ike Ive drowne

          
d,     gonna h

         
ead up town.
             
      I feel l

          
ike Ive drowne

          
d,     gonna h

         
ead up town.

Option to Redemption Song ending: 2X

(           
Won't you help

            
 to sing    th

            
ese songs of f

reedom?
            
Cause all I ev

           
er had,      r

        
edemption song

s,
           
redemption son

     
gs.