Mammas 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



It means more to him to give you a song than silver or gold



Big trophy buckles and soft faded Levi's



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's not wrong, he's just different and 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



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



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