Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys – Ed Bruce – letras

Mammas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboysDon’t let ’em pick guitars and drive them old trucksMake ’em be doctors and lawyers and suchMammas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboysCause they’ll never stay home and they’re always aloneEven with someone they loveA cowboy ain’t easy to love and he’s harder to holdHe’d rather sing you a song then give diamonds or goldBudwiser buckles and soft faded Levi’s and each night begins a new dayIf you can’t understand him and he don’t die young he’ll probably just ride awayMammas don’t let your babies…A cowboy loves smokey ole pool rooms and clear mountain morningsLittle warm puppies and children and girls of the nightThem that don’t know him won’t like himAnd them that do sometimes won’t know how to take himHe’s not wrong he’s just different and his pride won’t let himDo things to make you think he’s rightMammas don’t let your babies…