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