Willie Nelson - Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

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

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

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas 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 or gold

Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis

And each night begins a new day

If you don't understand him an' he don't die young

He'll prob'ly 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

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas 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 smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornin's

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

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas 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

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