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 then diamonds or gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's 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 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 'Cause 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 right Mamas' 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 Mamas' 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 Mamas' 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