Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys - Big Band Country

Cowboys ain't easy to love

And they're harder to hold

That means more to him to give you his song

Than silver or gold

But wild buckles and soft faded Levis

Each night begins a new day

If you can't understand him

An' 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

Or 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

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms

And clear mountain mornings

And 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 understanding

He ain't 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

Or drive them old trucks

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas don't let your babies

Grow up to be cowboys

'Cause they'll never stay home

And they're always alone

Even with someone they love

Mamas don't let your babies

Grow up to be cowboys

Don't let 'em pick guitars

Or drive them old trucks

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such