A Pirate Looks At Forty

Jimmy Buffet

live, Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Pasadena Peace Sunday, Pasadena CA - 6.jun.1982 

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 men who rode it, switch from sails to steam
In your belly you have the treasures that few have ever seen
Most of dreams, most of dreams

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
Cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder, i'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin', i got to go fishin', i'm down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran 'em away, they would come in, still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just gettin' 'round
Feel like I've drowned, where i wander about
Feel like I've drowned, gonna get from uptown.