Testo Mammas

Cowboys are easy to love, but they're real hard to hold
They got the wild in their veins, take your heart by the reins, then let go
Lonestar belt buckles, 501 Levi's look good on old barstools
When they're buying you drinks, sure makes you think
They ain't playing you for a fool

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to love cowboys
Don't let 'em fall for the guitars and old pickup trucks Let 'em love doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to love cowboys
Yeah, 'cause they'll call you crying when he goes off riding
Into that red setting sun

Cowboys like wide open spaces, racing the wind
You can try, but he won't tie his horse to a white picket fence
Take it from me, like the whiskey they drink when they leave
It's sure gonna burn, it's sure gonna hurt
It's just the way they're born, yeah
So, don't say that I didn't warn ya

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to love cowboys
Don't let 'em fall for the guitars and old pickup trucks
Let 'em love doctors and lawyers and such Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to love cowboys
Yeah, 'cause they'll call you crying when he goes off riding
Into that red setting sun

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to love cowboys
Don't let 'em fall for the guitars and old pickup trucks
Let 'em love doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to love cowboys
Yeah, 'cause they'll call you crying when he goes off riding
Into that red setting sun

Yeah, they'll call you crying when he goes off riding
Into that red setting sun