Broomstick Cowboy lyrics

`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 awaken;
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.
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