Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Cowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Don't stop, bell buckles, and old faded Levi's
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
Cowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to hold
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas, 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
It's like smokey old pool rooms in Cleveland mornings
Little worn 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
Mommas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mommas, 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
Mommas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mommas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Mommas, 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
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
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