Intro:
Parte 1:
Cowboys ain t easy to love and they re harder to hold.
They d 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 don t understand him, an he don t die young,
He ll prob ly just ride away.
Refrão:
Mamas, don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don t let em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Cos they ll never stay home and they re always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Parte 2:
Cowboys like 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 ain t wrong, he s just different but his pride won t let him,
Do things to make you think he s right.
Refrão:
Mamas, don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don t let em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Cos they ll never stay home and they re always alone.
Even with someone they love.
