[Strophe]
G 
   Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call 
C                                                      G 
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall 
               Am7   Bm7   Am7            G 
You've seen it all,        you've seen it all
[Strophe]
G 
   Watch the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam 
    C                                                      G 
And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen 
             Am7     Bm7   Am7          G 
Most of them dreams,       most of them dreams
[Strophe]
G 
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late 
    C                                                                             G 
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder, I'm an over forty victim of fate 
             Am7   Bm7   Am7          G 
Arriving too late,       arriving too late
[Strophe]
G 
I've done a bit of smugglin' and I've run my share of grass 
  C                                                      G 
I made enough money to buy Miami but I pissed it away so fast 
               Am7   Bm7   Am7            G 
Never meant to last,       never meant to last
[Strophe]
G 
I have been drunk now for over two weeks 
  G 
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks 
         C                                                               G 
But I've got to stop wishin', got to go fishin' I'm down to rock bottom again 
                Am7      Bm7   Am7        G 
With just a few friends,       just a few friends
[Instrumentale]
|     G     |     G     |     G     |     G     |
|     C     |     C     |     C     |     G     |
|    Am7    | Bm7   Am7 |     G     |     G     |
[Strophe]
G 
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile 
             C                                                           G 
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day, I still could manage a smile 
               Am7    Bm7   Am7         G 
It just takes awhile,       just takes awhile
[Strophe]
G 
   Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found 
   C                                                    G 
My occupational hazard being, my occupation’s just not around 
                 Am7      Bm7       Am7    G 
I feel like I've drowned,     gonna head uptown 
                 Am7      Bm7   Am7   G 
I feel like I've drowned