Nat Stuckey - Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
They rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lone Star bells buckles and old faded Levi's and each night begins a new day
If you can't understand him and he don't die young he'll probably 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
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and the're always alone
Even with someone they love

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

Cowboys love smokey ole 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 how to take him
He's ain't wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right

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