Son of a Son of a Sailor - Live

As the son of a son of a sailor
 I went out on the sea for adventure
 Expanding the view of the captain and crew
 Like a man just released from indenture
 As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
 I have chalked up many a mile
 Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
 And I learned much from both of their styles
 Son of a son, son of a son
 Son of a son of a sailor
 Son of a gun, load the last ton
 One step ahead of the jailer
 Now away in the near future
 Southeast of disorder
 You can shake the hand of the mango man
 As he greets you at the border
 And the lady she hails from Trinidad
 Island of the spices
 Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
 And the rum is for all your good vices
 Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
 That our forefathers harnessed before us
 Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
 It's a son of a gun of a Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
 If I knew I might toss out my anchor
 So I cruise along always searchin' for songs
 Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
 But a son of a son, son of a son
 Son of a son of a sailor
 Son of a gun, load the last ton
 One step ahead of the jailer
 I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
 Son of a son of a sailor
 The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
 I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer