Pirate Looks At Forty

"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 fanta

Rld. 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'

Led 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

Friends."



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




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