Cowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to hold   They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold   Lone Star 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 probably just ride away      Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys   Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks   Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such   Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys   'Cos they never stay home, and they're always alone   Even with someone they love      Cowboys like smoky 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 to do things to make you think he's right