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Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys
by Willie Nelson



Cow boys aren’t easy to love and they’re hard to hold.
They’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lone star belt buckles and old faded levies
And each night begins a new day
And if you don’t understand him and he don’t die young.
He’ll probably just ride away.
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Mama, don’t let your babies grow up to be cow boys.
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and ride them old trucks.
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mama, don’t let your babies grow up to be cow boys.
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
Even with someone they love.
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Cow boys like smoky old poolrooms and clear mountain mornings.
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the knight.
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 and his pride won’t let him
Do things that make you think he’s right.
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Mama, don’t let your babies grow up to be cow boys.
Don’t let them pick guitars and ride them old trucks.
Let u’em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mama, don’t let your babies grow up to be cow boys.
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
Even with someone they love.
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Lyrics submitted by Dave.