Mother, mother ocean, I've 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 can hold the treasures
Few have ever
seen
Most of them dream
Most of them dream
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
But I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of
grass
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
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
Though I ran them away, they come back one day
And still could
manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes
awhile
Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've
found
Occupational hazard be my occupations just not around
Feel like I've
drowned but all were frowned
Feel like I've
drowned
We are having a t-shirt contest for MOTM in August. The theme for this year is A Salty Piece of Land. Listed below are the lyrics of the song. November 4th - November 8th 2015 - Key West, Florida
I was listening for answers
That I could not really
hear
When the words of a wise old Indian
Put a conch shell to my
ear
And I took off for the ocean
I was searching for the
coast
Painting pictures of my vision
With the words from grandma
ghost
Hiding from the dragons
Riding for the sea
Singing ballads
from my childhood
�€œA pirate's life for me�€
Survivors seem to function best
When peril is at
hand
With a song of the ocean
Meets a salty piece of land
I was
force-fed my religion
But I somehow saved my smile
Tapped into my
instincts
As I headed to'ards exile
Cleopatra did not own a
barge
But a schooner was her home
She has centuries of stories
And
there's wisdom in her bones
She was on a sacred mission
And she told
me of a place
Where a man can hide forever
But never loose his
face
So I saddled up my seahorse
With a fly-rod in my hand
I was
not looking for salvation
Just a salty piece of land
Somedays Cayo
Loco SHIMMERS
Like the stars up in the sky
And the seabirds they do touch
and gos
As the world just tangos by
But there are times when she is
hidden
Beneath the wild and crashing waves
And the patron saint of
lightening
Keeps the sailors from their
graves
Some say it is
a blinding sword
Pointing out into the sea
While others say her guiding
light
Leads to'ards eternity
Still I sit in contemplation
And I
just don't understand
This mysterious attraction
Of this salty piece of
land
Still I search the constellations
And the tiny grains of
sand
Where the song of the ocean
Meets the salty piece of land
Good luck and Fins Up!!!!