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Willy Nelson Miscellaneous Mammas don´t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Mammas, don´t le your babies grow up to be cowboys cause they never stay home, they´re always alone, even with someone they love. Mammas, don´t 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 they´re 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 can´t understand him and he dont die young he´ll probably ust ride away Chorus:Mammas, don´t le your babies grow up to be cowboys cause they never stay home, they´re always alone, even with someone they love. Mammas, don´t 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, he´s just different and his pride wont let him do things that make you think he´s right. Chorus:Mammas, don´t le your babies grow up to be cowboys cause they never stay home, they´re always alone, even with someone they love. Mammas, don´t 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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