Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys (Live) - Willie Nelson/Toby Keith
Written by:Patsy Ann Bruce
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lone star 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
You'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
They'll never stay home
And they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms
Like
Clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies 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
His pride won't let him
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
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love