Mama's 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

Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis

And each night begins a new day

If you don't understand him 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 'em pick guitars and drive in old trucks

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

And 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 smoky 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, and his pride won't let him do

Things to make you think he's right

Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

'Cause 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 'em pick guitars and drive in old trucks

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mama's, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

'Cause 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