Mo-

ther,

mo-

ther

o-

cean,

I

have

heard

you

call

Wan-

ted

to

sail

u-

pon

your

wa-

ters

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

And

in

your

bel-

ly,

you

hold

the

trea-

sures

few

have

e-

ver

seen

Most

of

'em

dream,

most

of

'em

dream

Yes

I

am

a

pi-

rate,

two

hun-

dred

years

too

late

The

can-

nons

don't

thun-

der,

there's

no-

thin'

to

plun-

der

I'm

an

o-

ver-

for-

ty

vic-

tim

of

fate

Ar-

ri-

ving

too

late,

ar-

ri-

ving

too

late

I've

done

a

bit

of

smug-

glin',

I've

run

my

share

of

grass

I

made

e-

nough

mo-

ney

to

buy

Mi-

a-

mi,

but

I

pissed

it

a-

way

so

fast

Ne-

ver

meant

to

last,

ne-

ver

meant

to

last

And

I

have

been

drunk

now

for

o-

ver

two

weeks

I

passed

out

and

I

ral-

lied

and

I

sprung

a

few

leaks

But

I

got

to

stop

wi-

shin',

got

to

go

fi-

shin'

Down

to

rock

bot-

tom

a-

gain

Just

a

few

friends,

just

a

few

friends

I

go

for

youn-

ger

wo-

men,

lived

with

seve-

ral

a-

while

Though

I

ran

'em

a-

way,

they'd

come

back

one

day

Still

could

ma-

nage

to

smile

Just

takes

a

while,

just

takes

a

while

Mo-

ther,

mo-

ther

o-

cean,

af-

ter

all

the

years

I've

found

My

oc-

cu-

pa-

tio-

nal

ha-

zard

being

my

oc-

cu-

pa-

tion's

just

not

a-

round

I

feel

like

I've

drowned,

gon-

na

head

up-

town

I

feel

like

I've

drowned,

gon-

na

head

up-

town