Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sonido


Interfaz


Nivel de dificultad


Acento



lenguaje de interfaz

es

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Política de cookies   |   Apoyo   |   FAQ
1
registro de inicio de sesión
Lyrkit

donar

5$

Lyrkit

donar

10$

Lyrkit

donar

20$

Lyrkit

Y/o apoyarme en las redes sociales. redes:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Jelly Roll

Cowboys

 

Cowboys

(álbum: Waylon & Willie - 2017)


[Jelly Roll:]
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
Don't let them pick guitars and drive old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
'Cause they'll never be at home and they're always feel alone
Even if they're with somebody they love

Mama raised a dreamer, southside leaning
Antiox codeine fiend, rose like the phoenix
Whipping way in then winds up, I ended up in hand cuffs
Was no comedian when the judge told me to stand up
Man in the mirror clearly different appearance
Experience is make it where I feel sentencing hearin's
But I just stay faithful, real cowboys never make it
A shame, we see what the game did to Troy Aikman
But I just kept praying, 'cause that's what the good book said
I followed in the footsteps of a man that booked beds
My daughter and my son I pray they can be all they can be
As long as they chose not to be a cowboy like me

Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
Don't let them pick guitars and drive old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama's don't let you babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
'Cause they'll never be at home and they're always feel alone
Even if they're with somebody they love

[Struggle Jennings:]
Mama raised a rambler, all on the line gambler
Slick country grammar, cocked back hammer
100 pounds in the camper, few years in the slammer
Air my dirty laundry share my life panorama
Life of a cowboy backdrop bandana
Panda, panda, I picked the load up from Atlanta
Landing from Havana from the hands of Jorge
Foreplay for court dates what more can they say, uh
I'm the real story, the one they try and tell
Quarter in the wishing well, fishing for the fish scale
Residue on this scale, victory in this tale
I throw my boat off in the water watch the shit sail
Get mail spend it all running from the law
Feel along with my locals 'cause my back against the wall
Times up blue lights and a loud noise
Telling my baby mama don't let the babies grow up to be cowboys

[Jelly Roll:]
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
Don't let them pick guitars and drive old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama's don't let you babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
'Cause they'll never be at home and they're always feel alone
Even if they're with somebody they love

hecho

¿Agregaste todas las palabras desconocidas de esta canción?