Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

Mama 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…
Mama 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
And they’d rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi’s each night begins

a new day And if you don’t understand him and he

don’t die young He’ll probly just ride away

Mama 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
Mama 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 like smokey old pool rooms and clear

mountian moringin’s  Little warm puppies and children

and girls of the night  And 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 Make ‘em be doctors and

lawyers and suchMama 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
Mama 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