Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
	
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds 
or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's 
each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him 
and he don't die young He'll probly just ride away

*Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama 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 like smokey old pool rooms 
and clear mountian moringin's
Little warm puppies and children and the night
And 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

*