| G | F | C | G | |
| (two times) |
| G | |
| As the son of a son of a sailor |
| F | C | G | |
| I went | out on the | sea for ad | venture |
| C | G | |
| ex | panding the view of the | captain and crew |
| D | G | |
| Like a | man just released from in | denture |
| G | |
| As a | dreamer of dreams and a traveling man |
| F | C | G | |
| I have c | halked up | many a | mile |
| C | G | |
| Read | dozens of books about | heroes and crooks |
| D | G | |
| And I l | earned much from both of their s | tyles |
| F | C | |
| Son of a son, | son of a son |
| G | |
| Son of a son of a | sailor |
| F | C | |
| Son of a gun, | load the last ton |
| G | |
| One step ahead of the | jailer |
| Now away in the near future |
| Southeast of disorder |
| You can shake the hand of the Mango man |
| As he greets you at the boarder |
| And the lady she hails from Trinidad |
| Island of the spices |
| Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet |
| And the rum is for all your good vices |
| F | C | |
| H | aul the sheet in as we | ride on the wind |
| G | |
| That our forefathers harnessed be | fore us |
| F | C | |
| H | ear the bells ring as the | tide rigging sings |
| G | |
| It's a son of a gun of a | chorus |
| Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends |
| If I knew I might toss out my anchor |
| So I'll cruise along always searching for songs |
| Not a lawyer a thief or a banker |
| But the son of a son, son of a son |
| Son of a son of a sailor |
| Son of a gun, load the last ton |
| One step ahead of the jailer |
| I'm just a son of a son, son of a son |
| Son of a son of a sailor |
| F | C | |
| The | sea's in my veins, my t | radition remains |
| G | |
| I'm just glad I don't live in a | trailer |