[00:01.31]Mammas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
[00:04.80]Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
[00:12.36]And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
[00:19.97]Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
[00:24.02]And each night begins a new day
[00:27.52]And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
[00:31.88]You'll probably just ride away
[00:37.50]Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
[00:45.02]Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
[00:49.27]Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
[00:54.00]Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
[01:01.50]They'll never stay home and they're always alone
[01:05.67]Even with someone they love
[01:11.41]Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
[01:19.15]Little warm puppies and children, girls of the night
[01:25.16]And them that don't know him won't like him and them that do
[01:30.46]Sometimes won't know how to take him
[01:33.89]He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him
[01:38.58]Do things to make you think he's right
[01:41.76]Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
[01:47.75]Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
[01:55.24]Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
[01:59.79]Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
[02:07.09]They'll never stay home and they're always alone
[02:11.27]Even with someone they love
[02:14.83]Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Mammas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
You'll probably just ride away
Mamas, 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
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children, girls of the night
And 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 and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys