Intro:
G, F, C, G
G, F, C, G, C, G

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


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


Chorus:
F             C
Son of a son, Son of a son
                  G         C G
Son of a son of a sailor

F             C
Son of a gun, Load the last ton
                      G         C G
One step ahead of the jailor


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

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


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

Solo:
F, C, G
F, C, G C G

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


Chorus:
F                   C        
But a son of a son, son of a son
                  G      C G
Son of a son of a sailor
F             C 
Son of a gun, load the last ton 
                      G       C G
One step ahead of the jailor

F                        C
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
                  G        C G
Son of a son of a sailor
    F                        C 
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
                                G        C G
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer,

(repeat bridge chords to fade)

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Enjoy!
(and Buffett DOES have two T's =D )