Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold It means more to him to give you his song Than silver or gold Budwiser buckles and soft faded Levis Each night begins a new day If you can't understand him and he don't die young He'll probably just ride away Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks Make 'em be doctors and law mens and such Mammas 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 likes smokey old bar rooms and clear mountain mornings And 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 understand He ain't wrong he's just different and His pride won't let him Do things to make you think he's right Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mammas 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 Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers...