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Jimmy Capps, Dave Kirby, Bobby Thompson - guitar
Pete Drake - steel/dobro
Tommy Allsup, Tommy Cogbill - bass
Hayward Bishop - drums
Hargus Robbins, Larry Butler - piano
Vocals:
The Jordanaires
The Paul Richey Singers
Recorded:
Jan/1976, Jack Clement Studio, Nashville
(# 15 country hit)
© Tree Pub, BMI
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive 'em old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mammas 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
A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold
It means more to him to give you a song than silver or gold
Budwiser buckles and soft faded Levi's and each night begins a new day
If you can't understand him and he don't die young he'll probably just ride away
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...
A cowboy loves smokey ole 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's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...
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© Bexhill Music, ASCAP
© Tennessee Swamp Fox, ASCAP
I know that your weed fields need working
And there's just time before the snow starts to fall
But I cannot stay for the harvest
Cause tonight I'm headin' down south goodbye I'll see you all
And I hear there's a while line a hirin' hands out in Texas
So I guess I'll go and maybe brush a well or two
Can you wait until I'm makin' up to see us through the winter
For the days are short and cold and work is scarce
The fragrance of your hair is in each meadow
And your sweet smile I know has touched the wind
And as I work my way girl closer to you
It feels so good to be close to home again
When the leaves fall from the trees look out your window
And you will see me coming coming up the road
Run as fast as you can girl out to meet me
And throw your arms around me cause baby I'm home
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(# 57 country hit)
© Big Ax Music, ASCAP
© Tree Pub, BMI
(# 32 country hit)
© Contention Music, SESAC
He's got a broomstick horse called Dynamite his very favorite friend
An old steed about four hands high that runs just like the wind
There's not an outlaw in the badlands that he can't apprehend
Whopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
When the other kids are lost in space in plastic rocket ships
Well he's meetin' bad guys face to face with a big iron on his hip
Fear's a word he's heard but it don't mean a thing to him
Whopie Ti Yo the littlest cowboy rides again
Whoopie ti yo whopie ti yo
Whopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
There's a cook named mom back at the ranch she just don't understand
That cowboys always wear their hat in the house and they never wash their hands
They eat beef and beans not squash and greens and don't need tuckin' in
Whopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
He's got a hat and a badge and a chaw in his jaw and licorice on his chin
He's kind to ladies and cats and dogs but he's hard on wanted men
He aint the truck drivin' drug store rhinestone kind cause they're just all pretend
Whopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
Whoopie ti yo whopie ti yo...
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© Vector Music, BMI
Six foot six stood on the ground
Weighed two hundred and thirty five pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love
He was the kind of a man who'd gamble on luck
Look you in the eye and never back up
But I saw him cryin' like a little whipped pup for a thing called love
Can't see it with your eyes hold it in your hand
But like the wind that covers the land
Strong enough to rule the heart of any man this thing called love
It can lift you up it can tear you down
Take your world turn it all around
Ever since time nothin's ever been found stronger than love
Most men are like me they struggle and doubt
Worryin' their minds day in and day out
Too busy with livin' to worry about a thing called love
But when I see a mother's tenderness
As she holds her young to her breast
Then I thank God this world's been blessed by a thing called love
Can't see it with your eyes hold it in your hand...
It can lift you up it can tear you down...
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© Tree Pub, BMI
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen
Wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay
Beat the drum slowly play the pipe lowly
Play the dead march as they carry me along
Take me down to the green valley lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Get me six strong cowboys to carry my coffin
Get six pretty girls to sing me a love song
Have a shot of rye whiskey the say some words on me
Then get six white horses to carry me home
Beat the drum slowly play the pipe lowly...
I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
He whispered to me as I knelt by his side
A cool drink of water to soothe my hot lips
Lord I loved all the life that I've lived then he died
Beat the drum slowly play the pipe lowly...
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© UA Music, ASCAP
© UA Music, ASCAP
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