Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys (Live)

[Verse 1: Willie Nelson]

Cowboys ain't easy to love

And they're harder to hold

They'd rather give you a song

Than diamonds and gold

Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis

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

[Chorus: Willie Nelson & Toby Keith]

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive old trucks

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, 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

[Verse 2: Willie Nelson & Toby Keith]

Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms

And clear mountain mornings

Little warm puppies and children

And girls of the night

Yeah, 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 to make you think he's right

[Chorus: Willie Nelson & Toby Keith]

Hey, mamas, 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

Mamas, 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