Pirate Looks At Forty (Live)

'This is a song I guess I wrote this for an old friend of mine a few years back who could just not seem to find his occupation in the twentieth century

So he just chose to live in a fantasy world

And then I looked at him I went well what the hell's wrong with that so if this song has been able to ease your pain ever so slightly I'm glad I wrote it 'cause that's what it's for

It's called pirate looks at forty '

Mother mother ocean I have heard you call

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall

You've seen it all you've seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sail to steam

In your belly you can hold the treasures few have ever seen

Most of 'em dreams most of 'em dreams

Yes I am a pirate two hundred years too late

The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder

I'm an over forty victim of fate

Arriving too late arriving too late

But I've done a bit of smugglin' I've run my share of grass

Made enough money to buy miami but I pissed it away so fast

Never meant to last never meant to last

I have been drunk now for over two weeks

Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks

But I've got stop wishin' got to go fishin'

I'm down to rock bottom again

Just a few friends just a few friends

'Nice to see all of our friends every year

Thank you

Friends '

Now I go for younger women lived with several awhile

Though I ran 'em away they'd come back one day

And I still could manage a smile

Sure takes a while just takes a while

Mother mother ocean after all my years I've found

Occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around

Feel like I've drowned but I won't wear a frown

Feel like I've drowned I'm gonna go check out

Peachtree street somewhere downtown