Lyrics:

Mamas, Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
dont Let em Pick Guitars And Drive Them Old Trucks
make em Be Doctors And Lawyers And Such
mamas, Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
cause Theyll Never Stay Home And Theyre Always Alone
even With Someone They Love

cowboys Aint Easy To Love And Theyre Harder To Hold
theyd Rather Give You A Song Than Diamonds Or Gold
lonestar Belt Buckles And Old Faded Levis
and Each Night Begins A New Day
if You Dont Understand Him, And He Dont Die Young
hell Probably Just Ride Away

mamas, Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
dont Let em Pick Guitars Or Drive Them Old Trucks
make em Be Doctors And Lawyers And Such
mamas, Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
cause Theyll Never Stay Home And Theyre Always Alone
even With Someone They Love

cowboys Like Smoky Old Pool Rooms And Clear Mountain Mornings
little Warm Puppies And Children And Girls Of The Night
them That Dont Know Him Wont Like Him And Them That Do
sometimes Wont Know How To Take Him
he Aint Wrong, Hes Just Different But His Pride Wont Let Him
do Things To Make You Think Hes Right

mamas, Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
dont Let em Pick Guitars Or Drive Them Old Trucks
make em Be Doctors And Lawyers And Such
mamas, Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
cause Theyll Never Stay Home And Theyre Always Alone
even With Someone They Love