November 3, 2009


  • Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
    Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
    Make 'em 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
    And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
    Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
    And each night begins a new day
    And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
    He'll probably just ride away

    Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
    Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
    Make 'em 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

    A cowboy loves smokey 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 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

    Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
    Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
    Make 'em 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


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