Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys is a song originally by Ed Bruce. A cover of this song was featured in Bob & Larry Go Country. It is sung by Larry the Cucumber, Jimmy and Jerry Gourd, Mr. Lunt, and the French Peas.
Lyrics[]
Larry: Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them 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
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
Slippery varmints!
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
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
Goodbye, non-committal cowboy!
All: Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (Jean-Claude: What about a record producer?)
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such (Jimmy: Maybe moose hunters.)
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (Jean-Claude: How about a marshmallow taster?)
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Jimmy: Oh, that's sad.
Jerry: Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
A-and the Smoky Mountains.
Little warm puppies and children and boots that fit tight
Not too tight if he's bow-legged.
And them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
What?
He ain't wrong, he's just different, but his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
I-I don't know what that means.
All: Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (Larry: Heed this old cowboy's advice!)
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such (Jimmy: And taxidermists!)
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (Larry: Babies, take a different path!)
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Mr. Lunt: It's so sad!
Jimmy: I'm cryin' right now!
All: Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (Larry: Crop-dusting is nice.)
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such (Jerry: Maybe a chiropractor?)
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (Jean-Claude: They could drive a school bus.)
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Mr. Lunt: Oh, I'm so alone!
Jimmy: Yes, you are.
Mr. Lunt: And I'm not even a cowboy.
Jimmy: Nope.
Mr. Lunt: I don't get it.