Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys

Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys - Ed Bruce

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

Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks

Make them 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

A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold

He'd rather give you a song than silver or gold

Budwiser buckles and soft faded Wrangler'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 them 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 ol' 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 them be doctors and lawyers and such

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

Cause they'll never stay home