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点击复制Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys - Hit Crew Masters
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
An' he don't die young
He'll prob'ly 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
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms
And clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him and them 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
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
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks