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SOL
As the son of a son of a sailor
FA DO SOL
I went out on the sea for adventure
DO SOL
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
RE SOL
Like a man just released from indenture
SOL
As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
FA DO SOL
I have chalked up many a mile
DO SOL
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
RE SOL
And I learned much from both of their styles
Chorus
FA DO
Son of a son, son of a son
SOL
Son of a son of a sailor
FA DO
Son of a gun, load the last ton
DO
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
FA DO
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
SOL
That our forefathers harnessed before us
FA DO
Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings
SOL
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
FA DO
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
SOL
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
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