Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

(chorus)
 Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
 Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
 Make '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 ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
 They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
 Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
 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
 (chorus)
 Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
 Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
 Make '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 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
 (repeat chorus)