As the son of a son of a sailor I went out on the sea for adventure

Expanding the view of the captain and crew like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man I have chalked up many a mile

Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks and I 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

Way in the near future Southeast of disorder

You can shake the hand of the mango man as he greats you at the boarder

And the lady she hails from Trinidad island of the spices

Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweat 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 ringing sings it's the son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends if I knew I might drop out my anchor

So I cruise along always searching for songs not a lawyer, a thief or a banker

But the 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

Son of a son, son of a son

Son of a son of a sailor

The sea's in my veins, my condition remains

I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer