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“Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys” is a country music song first recorded by Ed Bruce, written by him and wife Patsy Bruce. His version of the song appears on his 1952 self-titled album for United Artists Records. In late 1975–early 1976, Bruce’s rendition of the song went to numbe...
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
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
A Cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold
He'd rather give you a song than silver or gold
Budweiser buckles and soft faded levis
And each night begins a new day
If you can't understand him, and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
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
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
A Cowboy like smoky 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 and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause 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 was written by Ed Bruce.