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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold. |
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They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. |
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Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis, |
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And each night begins a new day. |
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If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young, |
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He'll prob'ly just ride away. |
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Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. |
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Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks. |
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Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such. |
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Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. |
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'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone. |
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Even with someone they love. |
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Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings, |
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Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night. |
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Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do, |
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Sometimes won't know how to take him. |
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He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him, |
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Do things to make you think he's right. |
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Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. |
| [01:52.000] |
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks. |
| [01:56.000] |
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such. |
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Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. |
| [02:07.300] |
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone. |
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Even with someone they love. |
