Karaoké Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys Gibson, Miller Band

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold

They'd rather give you a song than diamonds and gold

Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis

Each night begins a new day

If you don't understand him 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 'em 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

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 and drive them old trucks

Let '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

Let '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

They'll never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they love