Mammas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up…..

Mammas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up to be cowboys

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Mam-mas, don't let your b-a-b-ies 

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grow up to be cow-boys,

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Don't let them pick gui-tars 

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and drive them old trucks.

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Let them be doc-tors and law-yers and such.

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Mam-mas, don't let your b-a-bies 

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grow up to be cow-boys.

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'Cause they'll nev-er stay home

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and they're al-ways a-l-o-ne

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e-ven with some-one they l-o-ve.

verse 1

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Cow-boys ain't eas-y to love,

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and they're hard-er to ho-ld.

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They'd rath-er give you a song

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than dia-monds or gold,

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Lone Star belt buck-les,

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and old, fad-ed Le-vis;

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And each night be-gins a new day.

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If you don't un-der-stand him

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and he don't die young,

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he'll prob-a-bly just r-ide  a-way.


Verse 2
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 diff'rent; but his pride
Won't let him do things to make you think he's right.