Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysCowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to holdAnd they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or goldDon't stop, bell buckles, and old faded Levi'sEach 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 cowboysCowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to holdDon't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucksMake them be doctors and lawyers and suchMamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysThey'll never stay home and they're always aloneEven with someone they loveCowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to holdIt's like smokey old pool rooms in Cleveland morningsLittle worn 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 pride won't let him do thingsTo make you think he's rightMommas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysDon't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucksMake them be doctors and lawyers and suchMommas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysThey'll never stay home and they're always aloneEven with someone they loveMommas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysDon't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucksMake them be doctors and lawyers and suchMommas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysMommas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysThey'll never stay home and they're always aloneEven with someone they loveThey'll never stay home and they're always aloneEven with someone they loveSubtitles by the Amara.org community