Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to holdThey'd rather give you a song than diamonds or goldLone star belt buckles and old faded LevisAnd each night begins a new dayIf you don't understand him an' he don't die youngHe'll prob'ly just ride away
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysDon't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucksLet 'em be doctors and lawyers and suchMamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always aloneEven with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornin'sLittle warm puppies and children and girls of the nightThem that don't know him won't like him and them that doSometimes won't know how to take himHe ain't wrong he's just different but his pride won't let himDo things to make you think he's right
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysDon't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucksLet 'em be doctors and lawyers and suchMamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysThey'll never stay home and they're always aloneEven with someone they love
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...