Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold They'd rather give you a song than diamonds and gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis Each night begins a new day If you don't understand him he don't like you He'll probably just ride away Mamas don't let you babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and ride an old horse Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys For they never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings 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 know how to take him If he's wrong he's just different But his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right