Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Just make them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never at 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
Lone star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him 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
Just make them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
they'll never at home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
And them that don't know him won't like him that do
Sometimes don't know how 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
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
they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
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
