Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys

Cowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to hold
 They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
 Lone star belt buckles and 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
 Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
 Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
 Let 'em 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
 Cowboys like smoky old poolrooms 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 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
 Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
 Mammas, 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
 Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
 Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
 Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such