L/Leon Russell/Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys
Mama 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 Mamas 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
Mama 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 Mamas 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
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
Mama 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 Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
