Song Lyrics
Cowboys ain t easy to love and they re harder to hold, if you don t understand him
don t let em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
He ll probably just ride away, little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Repeat chorus, they d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold Cowboys, let em be doctors and lawyers and such
If you don t understand him, little warm puppies and children and girls of the night Be, if you don t understand him
Don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys, cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
If you don t understand him, don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Let, mamas don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings, let em be doctors and lawyers and such
And he don t die young, them that don t know him won t like him and them that do sometimes won t know how to take him, cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings, they d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold, don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don t let em pick guitars or drive them old trucks, they d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Repeat chorus, he ll probably just ride away
He ll probably just ride away, them that don t know him won t like him and them that do sometimes won t know how to take him Grow, he ll probably just ride away
Mamas don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys, don t let em pick guitars or drive them old trucks, little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
He ll probably just ride away, don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Nelson, do things to make you think he s right
lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis
Don t let em pick guitars or drive them old trucks, if you don t understand him
let em be doctors and lawyers and such
He ain t wrong, he ll probably just ride away Grow, repeat chorus
don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
mamas don t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
If you don t understand him, let em be doctors and lawyers and such
And each night begins a new day, them that don t know him won t like him and them that do sometimes won t know how to take him Babies, do things to make you think he s right
If you don t understand him, repeat chorus Be, little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
And each night begins a new day, lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis, he ll probably just ride away