Ed Bruce

"Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Be Cowboys"

[Chorus]
Mama, 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
Mama, 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

[Verse 1]
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds and 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
He'll probably just ride away

[Chorus]
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama, 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

[Verse 2]
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and 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

[Chorus]
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama, 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

[Outro]
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama, don't let your babies grow up

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