| Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys |
| Gibson/Miller Band |
| Lyrics for Album: Live at Billy Bob's Texas |
| Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold |
| And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold |
| Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day |
| And if you don't understand him and he don't die young |
| He'll probly just ride away |
| Mammas 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 |
| Mammas 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 |
| Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's |
| Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night |
| And 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 |
| Mammas 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 |
| Mammas 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 |
| Mammas 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 |
| Mammas 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 |
| They'll never stay home and they're always alone |
| Even with someone they love |