Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys lyrics

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold

And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold

Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's, and each night begins a new day

If you don't understand him and he don't die young

He'll probly just ride away

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks

Let them be doctors and lawyers and such

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they love

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian morning's

They like 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

But it ain't wrong, he's just different and his pride won't let him do things

To make you think he's right

Yeah, mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks

Let them be doctors and lawyers and such

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they love

Even with someone they love

• Artist:Sara Evans
• Album:I've Always Been Crazy: Tribute to Waylon Jennings (2003)