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

Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys (Willie Nelson/Waylon Jennings cover) - Black Lips/Icky Blossoms

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Cowboys ain't easy to love

And they're harder to hold

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

If you don't understand him

And he don't die young

He'll probably just ride away

Mammas don't let

Your babies grow up to be cowboys

Don't let 'em pick guitars

Or drive them old trucks

Let '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

Cowboys like smoky old poolrooms

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 ain't wrong he's just different

But 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

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mammas 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

Let '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