(+) 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
Mama 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 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 and such