Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy

Captain Fantastic, raised and regimented, hardly a hero
Just someone his mother might know
Very clearly a case for cornflakes and classics
"Two teas, both with sugar please"
In the back of an alley

While little dirt cowboys turned brown in their saddles
Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer
For it's hay make and, "Hey mom, do the papers say anything good?
Are there chances in life for little dirt cowboys?
Should I make my way out of my home in the woods?"

Brown Dirt Cowboy, still green and growing
City slick Captain
Fantastic, the feed bag
The honey, the hive could be holding
For there's weak-winged young sparrows that starve in the winter
Broken young children on the wheels of the winners
And the '68 summer festival wallflowers are thinning

For cheap easy meals are hardly a home on the range

Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change

We've thrown in the towel too many times
Out for the count and when we're down
Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
From the end of the world to your town

And all this talk of Jesus coming back to see us
Hmm, couldn't fool us
For we were spinning out our lines, walking on the wire

Hand in hand went music and the rhyme
The Captain and the Kid stepping in the ring
From here on sonny, sonny, sonny, it's a long and lonely climb

For cheap easy meals are hardly a home on the range

Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change

We've thrown in the towel too many times
Out for the count and when we're down
Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
From the end of the world to your town

We've thrown in the towel too many times
Out for the count and when we're down
Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
From the end of the world to your town