MAMMAS DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS

Mammas don't let your babies Grow up to be Cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them ol' trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such A 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 ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold And they'd rather give you a song Than diamonds and gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's And each night begins a new day And if you don't understand 'em And he don't die young He'll probably just ride away A mammas don't let your babies Grow up to be Cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them ol' trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such A 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 like smoky ol' pool rooms and clear mountain mornings Little warm puppies And children and girls of the night And them that don't know 'em don't like 'em and them that do sometimes won't know how to take 'em He ain't wrong he's just different but his pride won't let 'em Do things to make you think he's right A mammas don't let your babies Grow up to be Cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them ol' trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such A 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