"Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys (Spanglish)" lyrics

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold

Cintos y ebillas, jeanes gastados
Cada día es un nuevo empezar
Y si no lo entiendes y no muere joven
Probablemente se irá

Madres no dejen sus hijos que se hagan vaqueros
Que tocen guitarras, manejen camiones
Que se hagan doctores, maestros y más

Mamas, 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 pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children, and girls of the night

And 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
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love

'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love