Lyrics:

The boys and girls of Millbrook
Are on a train from New York
Wearin' new hats
Shootin' the shit
Deep in the heart of Dutchess County
Bounty

And all the evening breakdowns
Will soon be washed from their hands
The next very day as they make way
Eatin' the apple to the chapel
Holy

Don't even try
They'll get away with murder
Sure as the rain washes away
And brings thunder

Oh tell me can you see it
The gentle tower risin'
Over the pines
Out of a book
Zion mistaken for the state of Millbrook