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Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

 

Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

(álbum: Two Old Cats - 2018)


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

A cowboy ain't easy to love and they harder to hold
And they rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
[?] buckles and old faded Levi's and each night begins a new day
If you can'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 '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

A cowboy loves smoky ole 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's not wrong, he's just different and 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
...

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