A Pirate Looks At Forty - Jack Johnson

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

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam

In your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen

Most of 'em dreams, most of 'em dreams

Yes I am a pirate, a few two hundred years too late

The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder

I'm an over-forty victim of fate

Arrivin' too late, arrivin' 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

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', I've got to go fishin'

Down to rock bottom again

Just a few friends, just a few friends

Just a few friends, just a few friends