Mamas Don't Let Your
Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys
Written Ed and Patsy Bruce
Recorded by Frank McKinnon
LYRICS
Cowboys ain't easy to love, and they're harder to hold. They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. Loan Star belt buckles, and ol' faded Levi's, and each night begins a new day. If you don't understand him, and he don't die young, he'll prob'ly just rind away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let 'em pick guitars, and drive big ol' trucks. Let 'em be doctors, and lawyers and such. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. They'll never stay home, and they're alays alone, even with somone they love.
Cowboys love smokey ol' pool rooms, and clear mountain mornin's, little warm puppies, children, and girls of the night. Them that don't know him won't like him. Them that do, sometimes, don't know how to take him. He ain't wrong. He's just different. And his pride just 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 big ol' trucks. Let 'em be doctors, and lawyers and such. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. They'll never stay home, and they're alays alone, even with somone they love.
They'll never stay home. And they're always alone, even with someone they love.
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Recorded in 2022
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Frank McKinnon:
Vocals
Guitar
Bass Guitar
Percussion
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