Song | The Captain And The Kid |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | Captain America |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
I never use to miss the chance | |
to climb upon his knee and listen | |
to those many tales of life upon the sea. | |
We'd go sailing back on barkentines and | |
talk of things he did, tomorrow just a | |
day away for the Captain and the Kid. | |
His world had gone from sailing ships | |
to raking mom's back yard; | |
he never could adjust to land although | |
he tried so hard. | |
We both were growing older then and | |
wiser with our years; | |
that's when I came to understand | |
the course his heart still steers. | |
He died about a month ago | |
while winter filled the air, | |
and though I cried, I was so proud | |
to love a man so rare. | |
He's somewhere on the ocean now, | |
the place he ought to be; | |
with one hand on the starboard rail, | |
he's waving back at me. | |
I never use to miss the chance | |
to climb upon his knee and listen | |
to those many tales of life upon the sea. | |
We'd go sailing back on barkentines and | |
talk of things he did, the world was just a | |
day away for the Captain and the Kid. | |
For the Captain and this kid. |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
I never use to miss the chance | |
to climb upon his knee and listen | |
to those many tales of life upon the sea. | |
We' d go sailing back on barkentines and | |
talk of things he did, tomorrow just a | |
day away for the Captain and the Kid. | |
His world had gone from sailing ships | |
to raking mom' s back yard | |
he never could adjust to land although | |
he tried so hard. | |
We both were growing older then and | |
wiser with our years | |
that' s when I came to understand | |
the course his heart still steers. | |
He died about a month ago | |
while winter filled the air, | |
and though I cried, I was so proud | |
to love a man so rare. | |
He' s somewhere on the ocean now, | |
the place he ought to be | |
with one hand on the starboard rail, | |
he' s waving back at me. | |
I never use to miss the chance | |
to climb upon his knee and listen | |
to those many tales of life upon the sea. | |
We' d go sailing back on barkentines and | |
talk of things he did, the world was just a | |
day away for the Captain and the Kid. | |
For the Captain and this kid. |