Pirate’s Son Lyrics by Tiffany Hulse
Ships sailing out in the ocean
Birds flying high in the sky
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Ships sailing out in the ocean
Birds flying high in the sky
Sometimes you don’t need a terrible thing
To show you what’s right or what’s wrong
The noise from the trucks and the cars passing by
Makes me realize
He needs a break
How much more can he take at his pace?
I’m runnin’
I’m runnin’
Pensacola rain
Sounds just like a freight train
Fun in the sun, toes in the sand
We’re on vacation working on our tan
We both took a drive downtown
Made a left, then turned around again
We flew down to Jamaica
For a little R ‘n’ R
I’m sitting in an airport
Just waiting for your call