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 Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levi's And each night begins a new day If you don't understand him, 'n' he don't die young He'll probably just ride away So mammas, 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 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 like smokey old poolrooms 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 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 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