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THE PIRATE I AM
CLAY/FERRIS © 2000

ROBER T. ROCHON BORN NAKED THAT’S ALL
ON THE OUT SKIRTS OF ‘NORLEANS
SOMETIME IN THE FALL
HE WAS RAISED ON THE DOCKS
AND THE ROMANTIC TALES
OF THE ROGUES AND THE HEROES
WHO LIVED UNDER THE SAILS

CHORUS:
HE’D SAY SOMEDAY A PIRATE I’LL BE
I’LL CONQUER OCEANS AND PLUNDER THE SEA
I’LL WALLOW IN RICHES A MAID ON EACH HAND
OH THE STORIES THEY’LL TELL OF THE PIRATE I AM

HE GREW UP FIGHTING FOR MONEY AND RUM
HE GOT POORER AND DRUNKER
YEARS PASSED ONE BY ONE
THE GIRLS LIKE TO TEASE HIM
SAY HE NEEDED A WIFE
HE’D RESPOND QUITE POLITELY
NO MA’M NOT ON YOUR LIFE

THE RUM TOOK HIS GUT THE BRAWLS HIS LAST DIME
HE GOT CRAZY AND OLD
MORE DETERMINED WITH TIME
ONE DAY HE WAS MISSING
AND THE LOCALS THEY LAUGHED
THEY SAID HE FOUND HIS CLIPPER
AND HE’S SAILING AT LAST

TAG:
ROBER T. ROCHON
DIED NAKED THAT’S ALL
DROWNED SOMEWHERE IN THE GULF
SOMETIME IN THE FALL

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