Mamas' don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
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Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
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Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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They'll never stay home and they're always alone
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Even with someone they love
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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
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And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
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Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
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And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
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He'll probably just ride away
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Mamas' don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
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Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
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Mams' don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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They'll never stay home and they're always alone
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Even with someone they love
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Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's
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Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
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And them that don't know him won't like him
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And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
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He ain't wrong he's just different
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but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
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Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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They'll never stay home and they're always alone
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Even with someone they love
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
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Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
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Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
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| Willie Nelson |
