Mammas Dont Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys (Remastered)

Cowboys aint easy to love and theyre harder to hold
And theyd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And if you dont understand him and he dont die young
Youll probably just ride away
Mamas, dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Dont let em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas, dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Theyll never stay home and theyre always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children, girls of the night
And them that dont know him wont like him and them that do
Sometimes wont know how to take him
He aint wrong, hes just different but his pride wont let him
Do things to make you think hes right
Mamas, dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Dont let em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas, dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Theyll never stay home and theyre always alone
Even with someone they love
Mamas, dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys