by Jimmy Buffett
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| Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call, |
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| Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was thre | e feet | tall |
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| You've seen it | all | , | you've seen it | al | l. |
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| Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam. |
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| And in your belly you hold the few that I have e | ver seen. |
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| Most of them d | reams, | most of | them dreams. |
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| Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late. |
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| The cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, |
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| I'm an over forty v | ictim of f | ate; |
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| arriving too l | ate, ar | riving | too late. |
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| I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass. |
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| I made enough money to buy Miami, |
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| but I pissed i | t away so | fast. |
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| Never ment to | last, N | ever me | nt to last. |
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| I have been drunk now for over two weeks, |
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| I passed out and rallied and I sprung a few leaks, |
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| but I've g | ot to stop wishin', got to go fishin'down to rock bo | ttom |
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| ag | ain. Just a few f | riends | - | just a few fr | iends. |
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| I go for younger women, lived with several awhile, al | though they ran away, |
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| they'll be back someday, | and still I can man | age a s | mile. |
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| It just takes | awhile, | it jus | t takes awile. |
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| Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've found |
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| my oc | cupational hazard |
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| is my occupations j | ust no a | round. |
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| I feel like I've d | rowned, | gonna h | ead up t | own. |
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| I feel li | ke I've | drowne | d, gonna head up town |
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| Mother Mother Ocean |