[Intro]
E  D  A  E     E  D  A  E
[Versetto]
       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 
like a man just released from indenture 
     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 
and I learned much from both of their styles.
[Ritornello]
D             A 
Son of a son, Son of a son 
                  E 
Son of a son of a sailor 
D             A 
Son of a gun, Load the last ton 
                      E 
One step ahead of the jailor
[Versetto]
    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 
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 
And the rum is for all your good vices.
[Ponte]
D                       A 
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind 
                                  E 
That our fore-fathers harnessed before us 
D                          A 
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings 
                         E 
It's a son of a gun of a chorus
[Solo]
D  A  E
D  A  E
[Versetto]
    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 
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker
[Ritornello]
D                   A 
But a son of a son, son of a son 
                  E 
Son of a son of a sailor 
D             A 
Son of a gun, load the last ton 
                      E 
One step ahead of the jailor
[Outro]
D                        A 
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son 
                  E 
Son of a son of a sailor 
    D                        A 
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains 
                                E 
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer