Mamas Don`t Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys — текст песни (Waylon Jennings)

Cowboys ain`t easy to love and they`re harder to hold.
They`d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don`t understand him, an` he don`t die young,
He`ll prob`ly just ride away.

Mamas, don`t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don`t let `em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let `em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don`t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
`Cos 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 or drive them old trucks.
Let `em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don`t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
`Cos they`ll never stay home and they`re always alone.
Even with someone they love.