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By: Jimmy Buffett 
1986 
For Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Allie Fox and Phil Clark 
He was a fugitive with a pseudo name 
Lost his mind in a hurricane 
Coconut upside his head 
People said he'd be better dead 
'Cause his glory days are gone 
Sits on the shore with his saxophone 
And plays 

In another place, in another time 
He was a soldier in his prime 
On the battlefield, makin' history 
Young men died for his destiny 
And their widows came each day 
'Til he was forced to run away 
From home 

So he bought a town, but he sold the sea 
Claimed a shallow victory 
On an iron ship, with a wooden crew 
They hit the reef when the moon was new 
Now he cries himself to sleep 
On a beach made of promises he meant to keep 
Long ago 

Chorus: 
Nobody speaks to the Captain no more 
Nobody talks about the war 
Hey what the hell were we fighting for 
Such a long, long time ago 

(trumpet / piccolo / saxophone instrumental) 

And now the monkeys and the iguanas 
They listen to his song 
Most uncaptive audience 
He plays to all night long 

So the story goes, he was dressed to kill 
When he jumped from the old mahogany mill 
And the jungle beasts, they were heard to wail 
As the saxophone still played the scale 
For a man we never knew who looked like me and you 
Long ago 

Nobody speaks to the Captain no more 
No one is interested in settling old scores 
Hey what they hell were we fighting for 
Such a long, long time ago 

Nobody speaks to the Captain no more 
No one is interested in settling old scores 
Hey what they hell were we fighting for 
Such a long, long time ago

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