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Marley's Ghost Let De Groove Rise Up A Pirate Looks At Forty (Buffet/Duchess Music) Mother, Mother ocean, I have heard you call. And I 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 that rode you switch from sail to steam and in your belly you hold a treasure that few have ever seen. Most of them dreams.. most of them dreams. Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late. But the cannon don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, I'm an over-forty victim of fate. Arriving too late... arriving too late. Well, I go for younger women, I lived with several a while. And though I ran 'em away they all come back one day We still have managed to smile. It just takes a while... just takes a while. And I've done a bit of smuggling, I've run my share of grass. And though I made enough money to buy Miami, I pissed it away so fast. It was never meant to last... never meant to last. Well, I have been drunk now for over two weeks. I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks. But I gotta quit wishin', I gotta go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again with just a few friends... just a few old friends. Mother, Mother Ocean, after all the years I've found the occupational hazard being, the occupation's just not around. I feel I could drown. Goin' to head uptown. I feel like I've drowned. |
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