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

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to holdThey'd rather give you a song than diamonds or goldLonestar belt buckles and old faded levisAnd each night begins a new dayIf you don't understand him, and he don't die youngHe'll probably just ride awayChorus:Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysDon't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucksLet 'em be doctors and lawyers and suchMamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always aloneEven with someone they loveCowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain morningsLittle warm puppies and children and girls of the nightThem that don't know him won't like him and them that doSometimes won't know how to take himHe ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let himDo things to make you think he's right(Repeat Chorus)