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 than diamonds or gold

Lone star 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

Mammas, 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 smoky old poolrooms 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

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 or drive them old trucks

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mammas, 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 or drive them old trucks

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such