[00:00.00] 作词 : Ed Bruce
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ed Bruce
[00:05.59]Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[00:10.07]Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
[00:17.87]Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
[00:22.52]Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[00:29.99]'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
[00:37.67]Even with someone they love.
[00:41.30]
[00:45.46]Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
[00:50.51]And they'd rather give you a song than silver or gold
[00:59.82]Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
[01:11.54]And if you can't understand him and he don't die young
[01:17.46]He'll probly just ride away
[01:21.06]
[01:23.65]Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[01:32.11]Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
[01:38.52]Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
[01:44.69]Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[01:52.13]'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
[01:57.66]Even with someone they love.
[02:05.49]Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
[02:14.28]Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
[02:23.57]Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
[02:27.89]Sometimes won't know how to take him.
[02:32.66]He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
[02:37.08]Do things to make you think he's right.
[02:40.29]
[02:43.61]Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[02:50.48]Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
[02:57.80]Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
[03:04.28]Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[03:10.69]'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
[03:14.93]Even with someone they love.

作词 : Ed Bruce
作曲 : Ed Bruce
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 and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than silver or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
And if you can't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probly 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 and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys like smokey old 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 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 and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.