CAPO 3

Intro:
E, D, A, E
E, D, A, E, A, E

Verse:
       E
As the son of a son of a sailor 
       D          A         E 
I went out on the sea for adventure
  A                       E  
Expanding the view of the captain and crew 
       B                        E          A E  
like a man just released from indentured


     E           
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
       D          A      E
I have chalked up many a mile.
     A                     E
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks 
      B                                 E        A E
and I learned much from both of their styles.


Chorus:
D             A
Son of a son, Son of a son
                  E         A E
Son of a son of a sailor

D             A
Son of a gun, Load the last ton
                      E         A E
One step ahead of the jailor


Verse:
    E 
Now way in the near future, 
D         A     E
Southeast of disorder
        A                        E
You can shake the hand of the mango man 
      B                 E        A E
As he greets you at the border

        E          
And the lady she hails from trinidad, 
D      A      E
Island of the spices
A                       E
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
        B                        E        A E
And the rum is for all your good vices.


Bridge:
D                       A
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
                                  E        A E    
That our fore-fathers harnessed before us
D                          A
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings 
                         E        A E
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Solo:
D, A, E
D, A, E A E

Verse:
    E              
Now where it all ends, I can't fathom my friends
     D            A           E
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
A                           E
So I'll cruise along always searching for songs
      B                    E       A E
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker


Ahorus:
D                   A        
But a son of a son, son of a son
                  E      A E
Son of a son of a sailor
D             A 
Son of a gun, load the last ton 
                      E       A E
One step ahead of the jailor

D                        A
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
                  E        A E
Son of a son of a sailor
    D                        A 
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
                                E        A E
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer,