Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys sing and play along

Mammas 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.

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.

A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold,

ings,

and it means more to him to give you a song dren than silver or gold.

Budweiser buckles and soft faded Levis and each night begins a new day.

him. He's If you can't understand him and he don't die young,

him he'll probably 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.

Make 'em 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.

A cowboy loves smoky old poolrooms and clear mountain hold,

ings,

and it means little warm to puppies and song dren 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 day.

him. He's If you wrong, he's just diff'rent,

and his pride won't young, him do things to make you think he's right.