Son of a Son of a Sailor Jimmy Buffett As the son of a son of a sailor I went out on the sea for adventure Expanding the view of the captain and crew Like a man just released from indenture As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man I have chalked up many a mile Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks And I learned much from both of their styles Son of a son, son of a son Son of a son of a sailor Son of a gun, load the last ton One step ahead of the jailer Way in the near future Southeast of disorder You can shake the hand of the mango man As he greats you at the boarder And the lady she hails from Trinidad Island of the spices Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweat And the rum is for all your good vices Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind That our forefathers harnessed before us Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings It's the son of a gun of a chorus Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends If I knew I might drop out my anchor So I cruise along always searching for songs Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker But the son of a son, son of a son Son of a son of a sailor Son of a gun, load the last ton One step ahead of the jailer Son of a son, son of a son Son of a son of a sailor The sea's in my veins, my condition remains I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer