Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
 
 Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
 Make '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
 
 A cowboy ain't easy to love, and he's harder to hold
 
 He'd rather give you a song, than silver or gold
 
 Budweiser buckles and soft faded wranglers
 And each night begins a new day
 If you can'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 and drive them old trucks
 Make '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
 
 A cowboy loves smoky 'ole 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
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 Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
 Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
 Make '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