Mammas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys
Cowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song, than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand 'em, and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars, and drive 'em old trucks
Let them be doctors, and lawyers and such
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home, and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms
And clear mountain mornin's
Little warm puppies, and children, and girls of the night
Them that don't know him, won't like him, and them that do
Sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different
But his pride won't let him, do things
To make you think he's alright
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars, and drive 'em old trucks
Let them be doctors, and lawyers and such
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home, and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars, and drive 'em old trucks
Let them be doctors, and lawyers and such
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home, and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
They'll never stay home, and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
They'd rather give you a song, than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand 'em, and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars, and drive 'em old trucks
Let them be doctors, and lawyers and such
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home, and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms
And clear mountain mornin's
Little warm puppies, and children, and girls of the night
Them that don't know him, won't like him, and them that do
Sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different
But his pride won't let him, do things
To make you think he's alright
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars, and drive 'em old trucks
Let them be doctors, and lawyers and such
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home, and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars, and drive 'em old trucks
Let them be doctors, and lawyers and such
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home, and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
They'll never stay home, and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
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Writer(s): Patsy Bruce, Ed Bruce
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