Mamas 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 and gold

Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis

Each night begins a new day

If you don't understand him he don't like you

He'll probably just ride away

Mamas don't let you babies grow up to be cowboys

Don't let 'em pick guitars and ride an old horse

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

For they never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they love

Cowboys like 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

If he's wrong he's just different

But his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right