mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies just let 'em play at war...and get way too rough let 'em be sloppy and macho and tough mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies if coddled at home, they'll be dead on their own that doesn't mean you can't love
cause it ain't sissy to love, but you must not control cause a mother does a boy, wrong if killin' his soul a boy needs his knuckles when dealin' with wise guys boys fight and get into frays and if you should reprimand him, his spirit dies young and probably just fades way
mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies just let 'em play at war...and get too rough let 'em be sloppy and macho and tough mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies if coddled at home, they'll be dead on their own that doesn't mean you can't love
young boys like smokin' in pool rooms, and brawls without warning they'll be eruptin' with venom and quarrel every night and those that annoy him...he'll strike 'em and though, he'll lose sometimes it's better than shakin'... it's just wrong to be wimpy and his pride won't put up with things, John Wayne might feel, not right
mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies just let 'em play at war...and get too rough let 'em be sloppy and macho and tough mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies if coddled at home, they'll be dead on their own that doesn't mean you can't lo