Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys Lyrics

A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold
It means more to him to give you his song
Than silver or gold
Budwiser buckles and soft faded Levis
Each night begins a new day
If you can't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and law mens 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 likes smokey old bar rooms and clear mountain mornings
And 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 understand
He ain't wrong he's just different and
His pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks
Make 'em 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

Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers...