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Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys (妈妈们，不要让你们的孩子成为牛仔) - Mats Rådberg

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

Let 'em be doctors