MAMAS, DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS
CHORUS
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive big old trucks
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds and gold
Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away.
Cowboys like smoky old 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 hom 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.
Recorded by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelon
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MAMAS, DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS
CHORUS
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive big old trucks
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds and gold
Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away.
Cowboys like smoky old 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 hom 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.
Recorded by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelon
CHORUS
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive big old trucks
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds and gold
Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away.
Cowboys like smoky old 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 hom 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.
Recorded by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelon