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Friday, June 17, 2016

This old pirate stared down "Forty" nigh a quarter century ago.




I was mid forties around 20-years-ago when I had a boat on Lake Michigan; that adventure lasted for a few seasons.  A coworker tagged me with this song and said it was a good fit.   Looking back, so do I.


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.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them 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.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I 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,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
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 away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.


2 comments:

Lisa Lane said...

I dig both of these guys! With a pail and a plastic shovel or a backhoe....good stuff!

BW Bandy said...

Great song. I wore out Jimmy's "Songs You Know By Heart" on cassette years ago. I replaced it with a CD.