Now boys ain't easy to love
and they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song
Lone star belt buckles, no faded Levi's
Each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him
He'll probably just ride on away
So mama, don't let your baby
Don't let him pick guitars
and drive them old trucks
Mamas don't let your babies
and they'll always be alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms
and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children
Them that do sometimes won't
He ain't wrong, he's just different
But his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
So mamas don't let your babies
Don't let them pick guitars
and drive them old trucks
Mamas don't let your babies
Even with someone they love