Sara Radle - Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys Lyrics
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or goldLone Star belt buckles and old faded Levi'sAnd each night begins a new dayIf you don't understand him and he don't die youngHe'll probably just ride awayMamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysDon't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucksLet them be doctors and lawyers and suchMamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys'Cause they're never at home and they're always aloneEven with someone they loveCowboys like smoky poolrooms and clear mountain morningsLittle warm puppies and children and girls of the nightThem that don't know him won't like himAnd them that do sometimes won't know how to take himHe ain't wrong, he's just differentBut his mind won't let him do things to make you think he's rightMamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysDon't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucksLet them be doctors and lawyers and suchMamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys'Cause they're never at home and they're always aloneEven with someone they love