Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks,
Make'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys,
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone,
Even with someone they love.

A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold.
It means more to him to give you his song than silver or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and soft faded Levi's
And each night begins a new day.
If you can't understand him and he don't die young,
He'll probably just ride away.

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks,
Make'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys,
'Cause 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.

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks,
Make'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys,
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone,
Even with someone they love.

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't you let'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks,
Make'em be doctors and lawyers and such.

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