About the song
Waylon Jennings’ song “Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys” is a classic piece of American country music that continues to resonate deeply with listeners even decades after its release. Released in 1978, this track captures the essence of country life with its storytelling and poignant lyrics, presented through Jennings’ distinctive, soulful voice.
The song is a reflection on the often romanticized yet challenging life of a cowboy, portrayed through a series of wise and somewhat humorous observations. Jennings, a legendary figure in country music, delivers a message wrapped in both wisdom and a touch of humor: advising mothers to steer their children away from the rough and unpredictable path of a cowboy’s life. The lyrics, penned by Ed Bruce and Patsy Bruce, combine to create a narrative that is both cautionary and affectionate, offering a snapshot of a lifestyle that is as rugged as it is alluring.
“Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys” stands out not only for its catchy melody and memorable chorus but also for its ability to capture the spirit of country music with authenticity and charm. The song resonates with anyone who has ever faced the complexities of life’s choices, making it a timeless anthem in the genre. Waylon Jennings, with his deep, resonant voice and impeccable delivery, ensures that this song remains a beloved classic, celebrated for both its lyrical content and its reflection of the cowboy ethos that continues to intrigue and inspire.
Whether you’re a long-time fan of country music or new to the genre, Jennings’ heartfelt performance and the song’s compelling message offer a delightful listening experience that is rich in cultural significance and musical enjoyment.
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Lyrics
Cowboys ain’t easy to love, and they’re harder to hold
They’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lone star belt buckles and old faded Levi’s
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
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ’em pick guitars, and 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
Cowboys like smokey old poolrooms, 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, and 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
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ’em pick guitars, and drive them old trucks
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such…