Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars... & drive them old trucks.
Make 'em be doctor's... & lawyer's & such.
Mama's don't let your babies... grow up to be cowboys.
They'll never stay home... & they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys ain't easy to love... & they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song... than diamonds & gold.
Lonestar belt buckles... & old faded Levis.
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Each night begins a new day.
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If you don't understand him... & 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 pick guitars... & drive them old trucks.
Make 'em be doctor's... & lawyer's & such.
Mama's don't let your babies... grow up to be cowboys.
They'll never stay home... & they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms... & clear mountain morning's.
Little warm puppies... & children... & girls of the night.
Them that don't know him... won't like him but them that do...
Sometimes... won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong... he's just differant.
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His pride won't let him do things... to make you think he's right.
So... mama's don't let your babies... grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars... & drive them old trucks.
Make 'em be doctor's... & lawyer's & such.
Mama's don't let your cowboys... grow up to be babies.
They'll never stay home... & they're always alone...
Even with someone they love.
They'll never stay home... & they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.