Cowboys aint easy to love and theyre harder to hold.
Theyd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you dont understand him, an he dont die young,
Hell probly just ride away.
Mamas, dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Dont let em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Cos theyll never stay home and theyre always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that dont know him wont like him and them that do,
Sometimes wont know how to take him.
He aint wrong, hes just different but his pride wont let him,
Do things to make you think hes right.
Mamas, dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Dont let em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Cos theyll never stay home and theyre always alone.
Even with someone they love.