Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboy's

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
They'd rather give you a song
Than diamonds and gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
Each night begins a new day
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 '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 mountain mornings
Little warm puppies
And children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him
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 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

Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys