Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys Songtext
von VeggieTales

Mammas, don′t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let ′em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
′Cause they′ll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love

Cowboys ain′t easy to love, and they're harder to hold (slippery varmits)
And they′d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lone star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him, and he don′t die young
He'll probably just ride away (goodbye, non-committal cowboy)

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (what about a record, producer?)
Don′t let ′em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such (maybe moose hunters)
Mammas, don′t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (how about a marshmallow taster?)
They'll never stay home and they′re always alone
Even with someone they love (oh, that's sad)


Cowboys like smoky old poolrooms, clear mountain mornings (and the smoky mountains)
Little warm puppies and children and boots that fit tight (not too tight if he′s bow-legged)
And them that don't know him, won't like him
And them that do, sometimes won′t know how to take him (what?)
He ain′t wrong, he's just different, but his pride won′t let him
Do things to make you think he's right (I don′t know what that means)

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (take this old cowboy′s advice)
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ′em be doctors and lawyers and such (and taxidermists)
Mammas, don′t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (babies, take a different path)
They'll never stay home and they′re always alone
Even with someone they love (that's so sad, I′m cryin' out now)

Mammas, don′t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (crop-dusting is nice)
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ′em be doctors and lawyers and such (maybe a chiropractor)
Mammas, don′t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (they could drive a school bus)
They'll never stay home and they′re always alone
Even with someone they love

Oh, I'm so alone
Yes, you are
And I′m not even a cowboy
Nope
I don't get it