Broomstick Cowboy

(Jean Wells)



You're no longer my broomstick cowboy riding the make believe trail

And all my girlish tricks they used to work somehow they now seem to fail

Why couldn't time just slow up why do we have to grow up so soon.



Gone are the days of my broomstick cowboy roping your imaginary steers

It seem just like only yesterday you brushed away my first tears

Now you shy away from my touch as time change just that much so soon.



Straddling fences deep around corners playing

Bang bang shoot 'em up hiding in the hay

Time is a thief and a bad old meaner stealing all our games away.



I thought you'd always be my broomstick cowboy

You'd always be my very own

It's funny how time just seems to slip away you don't miss it till it's all gone

Oh, how tall you stay in you've grown into a man so soon.



Oh, how tall you stay in you've grown into a man so soon...