Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys


          MAMAS DON'T LET YOUR BABIES
          GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS

          Written by Ed & Patsy Bruce


          Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
          Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
          Make 'em 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

          Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
          And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
          Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
          And each night begins a new day
          And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
          He'll probably just ride away

          Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
          Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
          Make 'em 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 smokey 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's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
          Do things to make you think he's right

          Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
          Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
          Make 'em 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





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