#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!stanford.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!esposito Tue Jul 7 15:04:32 PDT 1992 Article: 557 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!stanford.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!esposito From: esposito@layout1.Berkeley.EDU (Dave Esposito) Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: Music: PIRATE LOOK AT FORTY by Jimmy Buffet Message-ID: <32768@cbmvax.commodore.com> Date: 6 Jul 92 21:13:06 GMT Sender: news@cbmvax.commodore.com Reply-To: esposito@cbmvax.commodore.com (Dave Esposito) Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA Lines: 77 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 _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/ This is MY OPINION ONLY! _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ It does not reflect the _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/ _/ opinions of my employeer. _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/ _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ _/ _/ _/_/_/ _/ esposito@cbmvax.commodore.com _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ _/ Todays music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll
