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.

REFRAIN:
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.

REFRAIN

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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