CAPTAIN CREOLE
Scott Fagan
Scott Fagan Music, ASCAP
The word
spread through The Virgins, the Old Creole was dead
He died in the night of the full moon light, in a swordfight, in his
bed
Some say he was crazy, he had a rum dream in his head
But I will tell you, in his words, what Captain Creole said
He said
Old Pirates never die dry your eyes we dont ever die
Old Pirates never die, they just sail away
The Dancing
Senioritas, the Ghosts of Buried Gold
The German and The African, that battled in his soul
The Jolly Jolly Rodger, The Treasure Ships of Spain
Called out to him and bid him come
back to The Spanish Main
Because
Old Pirates never die, dry your eyes they dont ever die
Old Pirates never die, they just sail away
The word
spread through The Virgins, Like the ringing of an old ships bell
The Preacher turned to Heaven, most folks bet on Hell
The Old Creole was sinking, the Old Creole was gone
And we cried in the light of the full moon night, Whispering his song
He said
Old Pirates never die, dry your eyes we dont ever die
Old Pirates never die, they just sail away
Old Pirates
never die, dry your eyes we dont ever die
Old Pirates never die, they just sail away
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