Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys by Willie Nelson

Mama, 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

Mama, 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 Levi's
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 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mama, 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 like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain moringin's
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night

And 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

Mama, 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

Mama, 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

Mama, 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

Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

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