Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys (Live from the ACM Awards 2023)

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold

They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold

Lonestar 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, yeah

So, mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys, yeah

Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks

Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, 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 like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings

Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night

Men that don't know him won't like him

And men that do sometimes won't know how to take him

He ain't wrong, he's just different

But his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right, right

So, mamas, 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

Mamas don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies (I meant what I said)

'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they love

Yeah, they'll never stay home and they're always alone

Even with someone they love

Happy birthday, Willie

Burn one for me tonight