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

A lone star bear buckles in old faded Levi's

Each night begins a new day

If you don'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 or drive them old trucks

Let 'em 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

Cowboys like smoky old pole 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 ain't wrong, he's just different

But 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 or drive them old trucks

Let 'em 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

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

Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

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

'Cause they'll never stay home when they're always alone

Even with someone they love