Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys Lyrics - Ed Bruce

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 

'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 

He'd rather give you a song than silver or gold 

Budwiser buckles and soft faded Wrangler's 

And each night begins a new day 

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

He'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 

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

Even with someone they love 

A cowboy loves smoky ol' 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's not wrong, he's just different and 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 

'Cause 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 

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 

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