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 of corn flakes 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 feedback, the honey the hive could be holding
For there’s weak winged young sparrows that starve in the winter
Broken young children on wheels of the winner
And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning
For cheap easy meals and 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 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 and 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
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