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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys |
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Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks |
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Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such |
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys |
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They'll never stay home and they're always alone |
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Even with someone they love |
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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold |
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And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold |
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Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's |
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Each night begins a new day |
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And if you don't understand him and he don't die young |
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He'll probably just ride away |
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys |
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Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks |
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Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such |
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys |
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They'll never stay home and they're always alone |
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Even with someone they love |
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Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain Moringin's |
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Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night |
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And them that don't know him won't like him |
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And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him |
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He ain't wrong, he's just different |
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But his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right |
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys |
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Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks |
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Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such |
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys |
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They'll never stay home and they're always alone |
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Even with someone they love |
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys |
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Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks |
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Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such |
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Mama don't let |
