Captain Fantastic
raised and regimented
hardly a hero
Just someone
his mother
might know
Very clearly
a case for
corn flakes
and classics
Two teas both
with sugar please
In the back
of an alley
While little Dirt Cowboys
turn 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 the wheels
of the winners
And the sixty-eight
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
Mm hmm
couldn't fool us
For we were spinning
out our lines
walking on the wire
Hand in hand
went the 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