Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys, artist - Lucinda Williams. Date of issue: 15.09.2008
Song language: English
Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys |
| Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold |
| They’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold |
| Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis |
| 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 |
| Chorus: |
| Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys |
| Don’t let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks |
| Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such |
| Mamas 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 |
| Cowboys like smoky 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 ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him |
| Do things to make you think he’s right |
| (Repeat Chorus) |