Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys CHO: Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive big old trucks Make them be doctors and lawyers and such. Mammas 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 They'd rather give you a song than diamonds and gold Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis And each night begins a new day And you don't understand him and he don't die young He'll probably just ride away. Cowboys like smoky old 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 hom 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. Recorded by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelon D
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