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
Ooh, 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
Ooh, 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
Writer(s): Jon Randall, Kenny A. Chesney
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