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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 Letras de canciones 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 From Letras Mania