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 prob'ly just ride away
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 smokey 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
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
Songwriters: Ed and Patsy Bruce