Mama’s Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys – Mickey Gilley & Troy Payne
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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 They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone Even with someone they love
A cowboy ain’t easy to love and they harder to hold And they rather give you a song than diamonds or gold [?] buckles and old faded Levi’s and each night begins a new day If you can’t understand him and he don’t die young He’ll probably just ride away
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 They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone Even with someone they love
A cowboy loves smoky ole 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
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 They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone Even with someone they love …