paroles de chanson Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys (Live from the ACM Awards 2023) - Cody Johnson

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