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
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