Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

INTRO: VERSE 1: (waylon) Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold. They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. (willie) Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis each night begins a new day. If you don't under stand him and he don't die young, he'll probably just ride away. (both) Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let them pick guitars and drive them ol' trucks; let em' be doctors and lawyers and such. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. They're never at home and they're always alone, even with someone they love. VERSE 2: (Willie) Cowboys like smoky ol' pool rooms and clear mountain mornings, (Waylon) little warm puppies and children and girls of the night . (both) Them that don't know him don't like him and them that do sometimes don't know how to take him. He ain't wrong, he's just different and his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right. Chorus