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