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Willy Nelson Miscellaneous Mammas donīt let your babies grow up to be cowboys Mammas, donīt le your babies grow up to be cowboys cause they never stay home, theyīre always alone, even with someone they love. Mammas, donīt le your babies grow up to be cowboys, dont let em pick guitars and drive em old trucks, make em be doctors, lawyers and such Cowboys aint easy to love and theyīre harder to hold, and it means more to him to give you his soul than silver or gold. Budweiser buckles and some faded levis as each night begins a new day. If you canīt understand him and he dont die young heīll probably ust ride away Chorus:Mammas, donīt le your babies grow up to be cowboys cause they never stay home, theyīre always alone, even with someone they love. Mammas, donīt le your babies grow up to be cowboys, dont let em pick guitars and drive em old trucks, make em be doctors, lawyers and such Cowboys like smokey-old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings, little home puppies and children and girls of the night. Them that dont know em wont like em and them that do sometimes wont know how to take him. He aint wrong, heīs just different and his pride wont let him do things that make you think heīs right. Chorus:Mammas, donīt le your babies grow up to be cowboys cause they never stay home, theyīre always alone, even with someone they love. Mammas, donīt le your babies grow up to be cowboys, dont let em pick guitars and drive em old trucks, make em be doctors, lawyers and such |
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