I wish I was a pirate ship wreck down in Mexico Where the oceans turn to silver And the beaches turn to gold I'd make love to some señorita in that town Then I'd get on my boat and I'd sail the ocean round
I wish I was a pirate out there under my own flag Running for no reason and no reason to turn back Salt and rum on my tongue, sails tattered and torn Laughing in the devil's face, riding out a storm
OO, what are these days? Gonna get off these highways Wake up in some bay With sunshine on my face St. Christopher on a silver chain Say a prayer, sail away
OO, what are these days? Gonna get off these highways Wake up in some bay With sunshine on my face St. Christopher on a silver chain Say a prayer, sail away
I wish I was a pirate on some ghost ship in the night With nothing but the stars, the moon And faith to be my guide Steady as she goes, with my back to the wind Then in a cloud of cannon smoke I'd disappear again
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Jon Randall Stewart (Jon Randall), Kenneth Arnold Chesney (Kenny Chesney) (AIE)Publicado em 2018 (23/Ago)ECAD verificado fonograma #17026154 em 13/Abr/2024