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A Warning, A Wish, and a Way of Life

It’s funny how one song can feel like both a warning and a warm embrace. “Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys” isn’t just a country classic—it’s a cultural mirror. Written by Ed and Patsy Bruce and brought to life by Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings in 1978, this track rides that lonesome line between myth and man, between the cowboy dream and the hard truth behind it.

From the first guitar twang, you know you’re hearing something honest. It’s not just about boots and hats—it’s about heartache, distance, and the quiet sadness that comes with living free. Cowboys, the song says, may be romantic figures in stories, but in real life? They’re not always easy to love, or even to hold on to. The lyrics speak to every parent’s quiet hope—that their children might choose an easier road, even if the tougher one sings a little louder.

Willie’s gentle voice paired with Waylon’s rougher edge made this duet iconic. There’s something so real in their delivery—like two weathered souls trading notes on life over black coffee. And maybe that’s why the song stuck. Because beneath the advice, there’s affection. Beneath the warning, a quiet kind of pride.

More than four decades later, the track still resonates. Maybe because the cowboy spirit it speaks of—restless, wild, tender but distant—never really goes out of style. And maybe, deep down, we all know someone the song could be talking about. Or… maybe we are that someone.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson]
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 and he don’t die young
He’ll probably just ride away

[Chorus: Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson]
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

[Verse 2: Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, & Both]
Cowboys like smoky 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
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[Chorus: Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson]
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

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