Cowboys

Mama's 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

Mama's 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
And it means more to him to give you a song
Than silver or gold
Budweiser buckles and soft faded Levi'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

A cowboy loves smokey ole 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
But his pride won't let him do things
to make you thing he's right

Mama's 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

Mama's 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