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 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 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