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.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let '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.

Lyrics to “Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys” by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson