Mama
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
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 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
He'll probably just ride away
Mama
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
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
smokey old pool rooms
and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies
and children
and 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
Mama
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
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
Mama
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
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