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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 and in your belly
You hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
I've done a bit of smugglin' and 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 to stop wishin', got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again, just a few friends, just a few friends
I go for younger women, lived with several a while
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
They still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
My occupational hazard being , my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
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- Tis The SeaSon
- Songs From St. Somewhere
- Welcome to Fin City
- Buffet Hotel
- Miscellaneous
- License to Chill
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- 5 Classic Albums
- Feeding Frenzy (Live)
- 2 x Live at the Record Plant - Feb 19 & Oct 24 1974...
- The Ever Elusive Future
- The Ever Elusive Future - Single
- One Particular Harbour
- One Particular Harbor
- Somewhere Over China
- Welcome to Fin City Live From Las Vegas 2011
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