Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys
Cowboys ain't easy to love
- 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 levis
- And each night begins a new day
- If you don't understand him
- An' he don't die young
- He'll prob'ly just ride away
- Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
- Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
- Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
- Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
- 'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone
- Even with someone they love
- Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms
- And clear mountain mornings
- 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 right
- Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
- Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
- Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
- Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
- 'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone
- Even with someone they love
- Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
- Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
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