Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's, and each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probly just ride away
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Let them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas, 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 smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian morning's
They like 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
But it ain't wrong, he's just different and his pride won't let him do things
To make you think he's right
Yeah, mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Let them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas, 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
Even with someone they love