A Pirate Looks At Forty Lyrics - Roger Creager

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call 

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall 

Youve seen it all, youve seen it all 

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam 

And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen 

Most of em dream, most of em dream 

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late 

The cannons dont thunder, theres nothin to plunder 

Im an over-forty victim of fate 

Arriving too late, arriving too late 

Ive done a bit of smugglin, Ive 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 

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks 

I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks 

But I got stop wishin, got to go fishin 

Down to rock bottom again 

Just a few friends, just a few friends 

(instrumental) 

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile 

Though I ran em away, theyd come back one day 

Still could manage to smile 

Just takes a while, just takes a while 

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years Ive found 

My occupational hazard being my occupations just not around 

I feel like Ive drowned, gonna head uptown