Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they'd love

A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold

It means more to him to give you a song than silver or gold

Budweiser buckles and soft faded Levis

And each night begins a new day

If you can'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

Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they'd love

A cowboy loves smoky 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

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they'd love