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 its 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 theres 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 Weve thrown in the towel too many times Out for the count and when were 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 Couldnt 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, its a long and lonely climb
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 15:30:50 +0000
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