Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
By: Jimmy Buffett
Originally from the 1978 Album: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor Lyrics:
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their 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've 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 tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll 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.
Originally Posted by Jimmy Buffett Buy Cd
I saw a picture of my grandfather after he had come back from a trip to Nova Scotia. He was born there but left when he was a young man and didn’t return until he was 84. He was standing on dock staring at an old sailing schooner, and the look on his face told the story of where he had come from and where he had been. I have always been very proud of my heritage as a sailor and wrote this for the men who taught me the skills.
From the album “Meet Me in Margaritaville”: This song is about family and a seafaring heritage that I was lucky enough to be born into. I recently visited the family cemetery in Pascagoula when my aunt died. I hadn’t been there since my grandfather’s death over thirty years ago. The first thing that I noticed was that there were a lot more dead Buffett’s in the plot then when I was last there. It was a more than suitable reminder that life is not a rehearsal. We only get to do this once. I think this song has held up because it is a story about real people who I knew very well – my grandfather and my father. I have been lucky enough to sail a few boats across numerous oceans and I think it is wonderful to be back in Key West singing sailing songs again. For me, that is what re-doing these songs is all about. Putting that fresh coat of paint on a good old legend.