Sara Radle Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys lyrics

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 Levi's
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'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
Let them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they're never at home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love

Cowboys like smoky poolrooms 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 mind won't let him do 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
Let them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they're never at home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love