Mamas Don'T Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys (Live)

Mama's don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies
Teach them to hold their liquor while they're young
Raise them on chicken fried steaks and milk gravy
He's gonna make you proud that he's your son
Tell him ain't nothing wrong with a little ol' wild streak
cnd its alright to go howlin at the moon
He needs to go out dancing and stomp his feet
Everybody knows that you cuss the band when they quit too soon
I said mama's don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies
Let him have those good times before he's old
If he wanbts to chase those wild wild ladies
Well yo can't have no roots till you sew your oats
He may wanna ride across the border cnd lay
down his last dollar on lady luck if somebody
says you sure have raised a wild one
Tell ‘em ain't nothing wrong with dippin snuff and driving a truck
Mamas don't let you cowboys grow up to be babies
Teach him to. Hold his whiskey while he's young
Raise him on chicken fried rice and milk gravy
He's gonna make you proud that he's your son