I wrote the songs to captain fantastic
To the lyrics that Bernie had already given me
On the last voyage of the SS France from Southampton to New York
And then we recorded the album at the Caribou Ranch in Colorado
And not being particularly nostalgic myself
But having to revisit the album because we wanted to play it on it's 30th anniversary
It touched a lot of chords and made me feel quite emotional
About the times that Bernie and I struggled to get a break
And more than anything the friendship and love that has endured for 38 years
Between two people that really have become what the title say is
He is a Brown Dirt Cowboy and I am Captain fantastic
So here we go, 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 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 '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
Hmm, 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

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 Writer/s: Bernie Taupin, Elton John
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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