Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys   Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks   Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such      Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys   They'll never stay home and they're always alone   Even with someone they love      Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold   And 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   And if you don't understand him and he don't die young   You'll probably just ride away      Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys   Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks   Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such      Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys   They'll never stay home and they're 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 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 and drive them old trucks   Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such      Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys   They'll never stay home and they're always alone   Even with someone they love      Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys   Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks   Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such      Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys