MAMAS, DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS



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

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

Make them 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.



Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold

They'd rather give you a song than diamonds and gold

Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis

And each night begins a new day

And you don't understand him and he don't die young

He'll probably just ride away.



Cowboys like 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 hom 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.



Recorded by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelon

@cowboy

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