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Mamma Don't Let Your Babies - Adam Brand and the Outlaws
Written by：Ed Bruce/Patsy Bruce
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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
And 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 them pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let them 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 them pick guitars
Or drive them old trucks
Let them 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
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama 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
