Chris Ledoux - Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys lyrics

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 Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold He'd rather sing you a song then give diamonds or gold Budwiser buckles and soft 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... A cowboy loves 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 not 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...