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A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold
It means more to him to give you his song
than silver or gold
Budwiser buckles and soft faded Levis
Each night begins a new day
If you can't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and law mens and such
Mammas 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
Cowboys likes smokey old bar rooms and clear mountain mornings
And 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 understand
He ain't wrong he's just different and
his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas 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
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers...
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- Country Music for Mom: Love Songs This Mothers Day
- Country Gold (disc 1)
- Big Bad Country
- Skip a Rope
- Hard to Find 45s on CD: Pop & Country Classics
- All American Cowboy
- Country USA: 1968
- Classic Country: 1966-1969
- Found in the Attic, Volume 6
- A Very Well Travelled Man
- The History of Country Music: The Sixties, Volume Two
- Back to Country Roots
- Billboard Top Country Hits-1968
- Only Country 1965-1969
- Superstars of Country: Like a Song
- Classic Country: 1965-1969
- The Golden Age of Country
- 50 Greatest Hits from the Golden Era of Country Music