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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Vocals
Struggle Jennings
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Deford
Songwriter
Vaughn Loring Freitag
Songwriter
William Harness
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive ole trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never be at home and they'll always feel alone
Even if their with some body they love
[Verse 2]
Mama raised a dreamer, south side leanin'
Anti oxicoden, fiend rolls like a phoenix
Whip and weigh-in Wanza, I ended up in hand cuffs
Was no comedian when the judge told me to stand up
[Verse 3]
Man in the mirror, clearly difference appearance
Experiences make it wear, I fear sentencin' hearin's
But I just stay faithful, real cowboys never make it
Ashamed, we see what the game did to Troy Aikman
[Verse 4]
But I just kept prayin', 'cause that's what the good book said
I followed in the footsteps of man that booked beds
My daughter and my son, I pray they be all they can be
As long as they choose not to be a cowboy like me
[Verse 5]
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive ole trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never be at home and they'll always feel alone
Even if their with some body they love
[Verse 6]
Mama raised a rambler, on the line gambler
Slick country grammar, cocked back hammer
Hundred pounds in the camper, few years in the slammer
Air my dirty laundry, share my life panorama
[Verse 7]
Life of a cowboy, backdrop bandanna
Panda, panda, I picked a load up from Atlanta
Landed from Havana, from the hands of Hohay
Fore play for court dates, what more can they say?
[Verse 8]
I'm the real story, the one they tried to tell
Caught her in the wishin' well, fishin' for the fish scale
Residue on this scale, victory in this tale
I throw my boat off in the water, watch the ship sail
[Verse 9]
Get mail, spend it all, runnin' from the law
Feelin' alone with my loved ones 'cause my back against the wall
Times up, blue lights, and the loud noise
Tellin' my baby mama don't let their babies grow up to be cowboys
[Verse 10]
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive ole trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never be at home and they'll always feel alone
Even if their with some body they love
Written by: Jason Deford, Vaughn Loring Freitag, William Harness