Cowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to hold.
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
A lone star belt buckles an old faded Levi's, and each night begins a new day.
If you don'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, and let them be doctors and lawyers
and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys, because they'll never stay 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.
Them that don't know him won't like him, and them that do sometimes won'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, and let them be doctors and lawyers
and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys, because 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, and make them be doctors and lawyers
and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys, because they'll never stay home and
they're always alone.
