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 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 feedbag

The honey the hive could be holding

For there's weak-winged young sparrows 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

Mhmm, 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