He was a fugitive with a pseudo name
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Lost his mind in a hurricane
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Coconut upside his head
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People said he'd be better dead
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Cause his glory days are gone
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Sits on the shore with his saxophone
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and plays
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In another place, in another time
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He was a soldier in his prime
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On the battlefield, makin' history
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Young men died for his destiny
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And their widows came each day
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Till he was forced to run away
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From home
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So he bought a town, but he sold the sea
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Claimed a shallow victory
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On an iron ship, with a wooden crew
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They hit the reef when the moon was new
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Now he cries himself to sleep
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On a beach made of promises he meant to keep
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Long ago
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Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More
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Nobody talks about the war
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Hey what the hell were we fighting for
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Such a long long time ago
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And now the monkeys and the iguanas
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They listen to his song
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A most uncaptive audience
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He plays to all night long
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So the story goes, he was dressed to kill
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When he jumped from the old mahogany mill
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And the jungle beasts, they were heard to wail
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As the saxophone still played the scale
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For a man they never know who looked like me and you
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Long ago
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Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More
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No one is interested in settling old scores
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Hey what the hell were we fighting for
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Such a long, long time ago
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Nobody Speaks to The Captain No More
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No one is interested in settling old scores
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Hey what the hell were we fighting for
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Such a long time ago.
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Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More
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| Jimmy Buffett |
