Pirate Looks at Forty — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)

"this is a song, I guess I wrote this for an old friend of mine a few years back who could just not seem to find his occupation in the twentieth century. so he just chose to live in a fanta

Rld. and then I looked at him I went, well what the hells wrong with that? so if this song has been able to ease your pain ever so slightly, Im glad I wrote it cause thats what its for. it

Led pirate looks at forty."

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall

Youve seen it all, youve seen it all



Watched the men who rode you switch from sail to steam

In your belly you can hold the treasures few have ever seen

Most of em dreams, most of em dreams



Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late

The cannons dont thunder, theres nothin to plunder

Im an over-forty victim of fate

Arriving too late, arriving too late



But Ive done a bit of smugglin, Ive run my share of grass

Made enough money to buy miami, but I pissed it away so fast

Never meant to last, never meant to last



I have been drunk now for over two weeks,

Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks

But Ive got stop wishin, got to go fishin

Im down to rock bottom again

Just a few friends, just a few friends



"nice to see all of our friends every year. thank you

Friends."



Now I go for younger women, lived with several awhile

Though I ran em away, theyd come back one day

And I still could manage a smile

Sure takes a while, just takes a while



Mother, mother ocean, after all my years Ive found

Occupational hazard being my occupations just not around

Feel like Ive drowned, but I wont wear a frown

Feel like Ive drowned, Im gonna go check out

Peachtree street somewhere downtown