Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Cowboys, they needn't to love, and they're hard to hold,

And they had to give in a song, that dimes are gold.

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

Let them pick the dogs and drives and old trucks,

Maybe the doctors and lowers and thatch.

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

They'll never stay home when they're so alone

Even with some they love

Little ones, puppies and children and girls of the night

Them that don't know him don't like him

That sometimes don't know what to think

She's done a lot of wrong to different friends, and his pride won't let him.

Mamas, don't let your babies grown up to be cowboys.

Don't let them pick doors and drives and trucks, maybe doctors and lawyers and such.

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

Don't ever stay home and dance all alone

Even with someone they love

Don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Don't let them pick up darts and drives and hold trucks

trucks. Maybe doctors and lawyers and such. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be

cowboys. They'll never stay home and they'll grow up alone, even if someday they'll love.