Letra
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Mammas don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don t let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas 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 ain t easy to love and they re harder to hold
And 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
He ll probably just ride away
A cowboy loves smokey old 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