[Verse 1]

   Mother, mot

her ocean, I h

ave heard you 

call
             
Wanted to sail

              
 upon your wat

              
ers since I wa

             
s three feet t

all
              
You've seen it

       
 all,        y

            
ou've seen it 


all

[Verse 2]

   Watch the m

en who rode yo

u, switch from

 sails to stea

m
             
And in your be

              
lly you hold t

              
he treasure th

              
at few have ev

   
er seen
             
Most of them d

         
reams,        

          
most of them d

reams

[Verse 3]

Yes, I am a pi

rate, two hund

red years too 

late
             
The cannons do

              
n't thunder, t

              
here's nothin'

              
 to plunder, I

              
'm an over for

             
ty victim of f

ate
             
Arriving too l

       
ate,        ar

          
riving too lat

e

[Verse 4]

I've done a bi

t of smugglin'

 and I've run 

my share of gr

ass
             
I made enough 

              
money to buy M

              
iami but I pis

              
sed it away so

 
 fast
              
Never meant to

        
 last,      ne

          
ver meant to l

ast

[Verse 5]

I have been dr

unk now for ov

er two weeks
  
I passed out a

nd I rallied a

nd I sprung a 

few leaks
             
But I've got t

              
o stop wishin'

              
, got to go fi

              
shin', I'm dow

              
n to rock bott

    
om again
              
With just a fe

         
w friends,    

          
    just a few

 
 friends

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[Verse 6]

I go for young

er women, live

d with several

 awhile
             
And though I r

              
an 'em away, t

              
hey come back 

              
one day, I sti

              
ll could manag

     
e to smile
              
It just takes 

        
a while,      

           
  just takes a

 
 while

[Verse 7]

   Mother, mot

her ocean, aft

er all the yea

rs I've found
             
My occupationa

              
l hazard being

              
 my occupation

             
's just not ar

ound
              
I feel like I'

          
ve drowned,   

         
   gonna head 

  
uptown
              
I feel like I'

          
ve drowned,   

         
   gonna head 

  
uptown

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