Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, live, Pasadena Peace Sunday, Pasadena CA - 6.jun.1982
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Men from bay of roses(?) , switch from sails to steam
In your belly you hold the treasures that few have ever seen
Most of dream, most of dream.
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
Cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder, i'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin', i got to go fishin', i'm down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran 'em away, they would ..., still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while.
Mother, mother ocean, after years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just gettin' 'round
Feel like I've drowned, where i wander about
Feel like I've drowned, gonna get from uptown.