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 travelin' 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       Chorus:    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 greats 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 tight 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 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