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

Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys - Gibson/Miller Band

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold

And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold

Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis

And each night begins a new day

And if you don't understand him and he don't die young

You'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

Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms clear mountain mornings

Little warm puppies and children girls of the night

And 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 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

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

Don't let them pick guitars and drive in 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

They'll never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they love