Cowboys ain't easy to love & they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles & old faded Levis,
& each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, & 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.
Let 'em be doctors & lawyers & such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Cause they'll never stay home & they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms & clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies & children & girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him & 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.
Let 'em be doctors & lawyers & such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Cause they'll never stay home & they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

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