Son Of A Son Of A Sailor

												
Intro: G F C G

       G
As the son of a son of a sailor
        F             C         G
I went out on the sea for adventure
  C                 G
expanding the view of the captain and crew
           D              G
like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
          F        C
I have chalked up many a mile
     C            G
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
         D              G
and I've learned much from both of their styles

F/G          C/G                      G
Son of a son son of a son  sn of a con of a sailor
F                 C                          G
Son of a gun load the last ton One step a head of the jailer

Now away in the near furture
southeast of disorder
you can shake the hand of the mango man
as he greets you at the border

And the lady she hails from trinidad,
island of the spices
Salt for you meat and cinamon sweet
and the rum if for all you dood vices

Baul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
forefathers harnessed before us

Bear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.

It's a son of a gun of a chorus

G
When it all ends I can't fathom my friends
          F       C           G
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
   C               G
So I'll cruse a long always searching
               D          G
for song not a lawyer a thief or a banker

Ending Twice:

      F/G          C/G
but a son of a son son of a son
--    son of a son son of a son
         G
son of a son of a salior
son of a son of a salior

F             C
Son of a gun           load the last ton
The sea's in my veins; my tradition remains
              G
one step ahead of the jailer
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer


G
As the son of a son of a sailor
       F          C         G
I went out on the sea for adventure
  C              G
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
       D               G
Like a man just released from indenture

     G
As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
        F         C      G
I have chalked up many a mile
     C            G
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
       D                      G
And I learned much from both of their styles

Chorus:
     F             C
     Son of a son, son of a son
              G
     Son of a son of a sailor
     F             C
     Son of a gun, load the last ton
                  C
     One step ahead of the jailer



Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the Mango man
As he greets you at the boarder

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices

      F             C
     Baul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
                    G
     That our forefathers harnessed before us
      F                C
     Bear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings
                     G
     It's a son of a gun of a chorus


Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll 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
     I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
     Son of a son of a sailor

         F             C
     The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
                   G
     I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer