And them that don't know him won't like him and them that do
Even with someone they love
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Little warm puppies and children, girls of the night
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
And each night begins a new day
Sometimes won't know how to take him
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Even with someone they love
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Do things to make you think he's right
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
You'll probably just ride away
Even with someone they love
