The Captain And The Kid
Writen By: Jocelyne Beroard, Jimmy Buffett, Jean-Claude Naimro
Originally from the 1970 Album Down To Earth
I never use to miss the chance
to climb upon his knee and listen
to the many tales of life upon the sea.
We'd go sailing back on barkentines andĺŽźĺ¸–ĺś°ĺť€: Jimmy Buffett Info http://www.buffettinfo.com/boats-beaches-bars-ballads/3894-12-captain-kid.html#post4830
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.
For the Captain and this kid. Jimmy’s Notes:
This song is obviously about my grandfather, and it means a lot to me. It was written shortly after he died. I like to tell the story about this song and why I don’t “pitch” my material to other people. I was living in Nashville, trying to eke out a living, and I spent a brief time trying to peddle my wares door-to-door to record producers. One day, I was playing a batch of new songs for this guy, and he stopped the tape at the end of this song, which I took to mean that he had more than a casual interest. He said, “This is a great song, but you have to change the ending. It’s too sad for the old man to die.” I was shocked. “I can’t do that,” I told him. “Why?” he asked incredulously. “Because he did,” I answered and walked out. I never pitched another song to anyone again.Buy Cd | iTunes | Download Mp3
From the album “Meet Me in Margaritaville”: This came out amazing. I was singing this song of family for my dad, who isn’t doing too well these days. I got quite emotional. We did it with just a piano and bass. It seems to be a worthy tribute to my old man.