Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make them 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 love
A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold
He'd rather give you a song than silver or gold
Budwiser buckles and soft faded Wrangler's
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 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas 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
A cowboy loves smoky ol' 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 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Cause they'll never stay home
