Broomstick Cowboy (Goldsboro Bobby)

Dream on Little Broomstick Cowboy Of rocket ships and mars Of sunny days And Willie Mays And chocolate candy bars Dream on Little Broomstick Cowboy Dream while you can Of big green frogs And puppy dogs And castles in the sand For all too soon you’ll waken Your toys will all be gone Your broomstick horse will ride away To find another home And you’ll have grown Into a man With cowboys of your own And then you’ll have To go to war To try and save your home And then you’ll have to learn to hate You’ll have to learn to kill It’s always been that way, My Son I guess it always will No broomstick gun they’ll hand you No longer you’ll pretend You’ll call some man your enemy You used to call him friend And when the rockets thunder You’ll hear your brothers cry And through it all you’ll wonder Just why they had to die So dream on Little Broomstick Cowboy Dream while you can For soon you’ll be A dreadful thing My son You’ll be a man