Pirate Look At Forty

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From uunet!stanford.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!esposito Tue Jul  7 15:04:32 PDT 1992
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From: esposito@layout1.Berkeley.EDU (Dave Esposito)
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Subject: Music: PIRATE LOOK AT FORTY by Jimmy Buffet
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I’m only posting second hand stuff...
I did not write any of it!
DON’T FLAME ME!!! ’cause I don’t wanta’ here it.
With that out of the way I will continue Glen’s work:

Title:				PIRATE LOOK AT FORTY		(Jimmy Buffet)

	G
	Mother mother ocean, I have heard you call
	C                                          Bm7   Am7  G
	Wanted to sail upon your water since I was three feet tall
	G   Am7  Bm7 Am7  Bm7         G
	You seen it  all, you seen it all

	G
	Watched the men who rode you, switch from sail to steam
	    C                                         Bm7  Am7  G
	And in your belly you hold the treasures, few have ever seen
	G    Am7 Bm7  Am7    Bm7          G
	Most of  them dream, most of them dream

	G
	Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
	    C
	The cannons don’t thunder there’s nothin’ to plunder
	C                 Bm7    Am7 G
	I’m an over forty victim of  fate
	G   Am7  Bm7 Am7   Bm7         G
	Arriving to  late, arriving to late

	G
	I done a bit of smugglin’, I’ve run my share of grass
	  C                                               Bm7  Am7 G
	I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so  fast
	G     Am7  Bm7 Am7   Bm7            G
	Never meant to last, never meant to last

	G
	I have been drunk now for over two weeks, I passed out and

		I rallied and I smoked a few reefs
	C                                                    Bm7   Am7 G
	But I gotta stop wishin’ I got to go fishin’, down to Rock Bottom again
	G   Am7 Bm7 Am7      Bm7        G
	Just a  few friends, just a few friends

	LEAD

	G
	I go for younger women, lived with several a while
	         C                                                Bm7   Am7 G
	Though I ran ’em away they come back one day, still could manage a smile
	G    Am7  Bm7 Am7   Bm7          G
	Just takes a while, just takes a while

	G
	Mother mother ocean, after all these years I’ve found
	C                                        Bm7  Am7 G
	Occupational hazzard beats an occupation just not around
	G    Am7 Bm7 Am7      Bm7           G
	Feel like I  drowned, gonna head up town
	G    Am7 Bm7 Am7      Bm7           G
	Feel like I  drowned, gonna head up town


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Todays music ain’t got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll